Expression of Self
I have been given permission from a young person to share her story through her own words in poetry. This young person feels unloved and abused in the present. These poems are being put forward in order that her voice can be heard.
There titles are as follows:
Remission of the Razor
Until I am gone
Devil’s Paradise
Kidz
Remission of the Razor
- I f… hate
when you try to understand
Thinking your a big lass
All clever & divine
Take a look bitch
I’m better than you
We both f… know it
I’ve done my time
yet still been punished
Can’t have a social life
isolated from others
Time is ticking
education at risk
Life is now dying
waiting for the slice of the razor
Up & down my arms, leg neck, yeah I’ll go there bitch
You think your running in my mind
think you know what’s happening
But you don’t have a clue
Boo! scared shitless
& all I can do, is reminis,
on how I’ll miss, all of you
with my razor blade
TS
Until I’m gone!
Sometimes I believe
I can make myself someone
Bright yellow like the Sun
In a sea of grey
I’m told to be unique
but you make it so hard
You say I’m wrong
& keep me away from others
How can I prove myself bitch
when I can’t talk
when I can’t walk
amongst the others
Bit unfair don’t you think
Your tickled pink
find it funny when I try to explain myself
then you shout & scream
It’s not a dream
I’m sitttin here been beaten
It can all be seen
You turn a blind eye
Thought you would
as if it never happened
I’m a liar
I’m a thief
But where’s the truth
I ain’t hear in much
besides your screams
Look into my eyes
tell me I’m wrong
& I’ll just stay here
writing my song
these lyrics
They keep me strong
When the world is against me
Sayin I’m wrong
Like I said
I won’t move
I won’t cry
Just pass me by
Ill stay writing this song
Until I’m gone
TS
Devil’s Paradise
- Sat in a world full of fear
No-one brave enough to take a fall
We think we are one and all
who will prove it?
We try to fight for what is right
but always seem to fail
what happened to the Holy Grail
and the unite of people
Wars, whores, Crackheads
Wait theres more
Cryin, flyin, theres children dyin
but you just don’t care
As long as your alright
Got your fists
got your ammo
No f…. gonna come near you
They ain’t stupid
neither am I
I know what’s right & wrong
unlike you!
Drugged up to the eyeballs
F…in wish I was
then all these blows would’t hurt as much
You never hit my face
hmmm… I wonder why
maybe cos a black eye’s hard to disguise
unlike bruises on my thighs
Break my arm bitch
you may as well
Say I fell down the stairs
What a clumsy girl
You know I have no power
but yet I try
I cry
I’m screaming inside
Who’s gonna fight
bite the bone for me
bloody tears stain my face
In the devil’s paradise
TS
Kidz
Cuddle me close
rest my head on your heart
let me hear the soft thud, thud, thud again
whisper in my ear
tell me you love me
I’m not dreaming
I can still smell your scent
& feel your long black hair
tickling my face
We chat about somethings
We chat about nothings
We hug over sadness
We laugh over joy
I want it all back
I want my kids back too
Rather than looking at their pictures
with their glassy stare
They miss me too
cuddles on the sofa
while watching scooby doo
my little babies
sweet angels
I’m writing this for you
I’ll take a bow
in front of a crowd
whether they like it or not
they are gonna hear this now.
These are lyrics from the heart
so join with me
shout & scream it
till your soul pops out
Fill your lungs
take your final breath
before you leave your pain 7 suffering
Yeah your out
Now show the world
show them what your really made of
No more tears
Your amazin
Its worth it all now
make yourself something
turn it all around
your’e all grown up
& you’ve been found
TS
1 Response • Leave a response
May 4, 2008 3:32 pm
kate says:
Dear TS,
Your poetry effects me deeply. It makes me want to cry and jump around in a rage, all at once. I am hearing your voice and your pain. I wish you could be lifted from the abusive place you are in, to a safe place where you can be gently nursed back to a place where all your strong qualities can be appreciated.
The bit I like best in your poetry is:
Sometimes I believe
I can make myself someone
Bright yellow like the Sun
Yes! I want that for you, too.
Kate x