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Tuesday, December 24, 2002

I, Mother

I, Mother
Started as a child
Cared for and loved
Grew to the woman
You see before you.

I, Mother
Bring live from nothing
Love and nurture it
Watch it develop
And grow to adult.

I, Mother
Yearn for compassion
Always to be loved
But the world does not
Always love me, No.

I, Mother
Am scorned by my fruits
And abused by peers.
Raped body, mind, soul.
And left there to die.

I, Mother
Have been beaten
In medieval times
Ridiculed by men
During times of old.

I, Mother
Am treated as a
Symbol selling sex
Around every turn
Everywhere on the net.

I, Mother
Only want some peace
In this hate driven world
The chance to breathe deep
Sit back and watch for once.

I, Mother
Survived the hardships
Throughout all the years
I lie down and close
My eyes, one last time.

I, Father
Missed her so dearly
Life is very short
But my sole regret
Not showing her loveā€¦
Hers
I hear your lies
I comprimise
My very own self esteem

I scream out loud
Far from a crowd
But I can't escape your reach

You bind my hands
In iron bands
Your captive I shall be.

I close my eyes
And realize
Just how fucked up you are

Why do you keep
Me down so deep
In hte pit of your heart?

I must escape
Remove the tape
The keeps me from speaking

You catch me again
WIll I ever win?
No, I can't help but be yours.

Monday, December 23, 2002

Impaired

As darkness grows and swells
In the deepest pit of my heart
You won't see me cry at all
Because you never think to look.
You don't notice me in any way
Too busy with your life
Your job and your friends.
I've stood before you
Begging for help with my eyes
Filled with sorrow and despair.
And with a smile you ask
"Do you want some coffee?"
In a very chipper way.
You don't see me cry.
You won't see me cry.
You can't see me cry.
Because you don't care enough to look.
Your eyes are closed to my emotion.
You don't care enough to see.



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