THE ABUSED {poem}

Last night I dreamed of a girls' fight - to survive

In the eyes of the lies that were told from the satisfied

For the lies that were told to the 4 year old soul

That would one day unfold into the truth

Every night the pain

So every night the shame

And everyday the blame

Blaming her mother for just letting her father do this to her

3 years went by before she realized it was wrong

Til one very night she finally spoke

She said that she would tell

Then he threatened her and yelled

"you tell and I'll kill"


So she kept quiet

And so the rape turned to beating

And beating turned to bleeding

So now its like

"you bite and I'll cut you"


Now she's in the 4th grade

Living by the same pain

Wearing long sleeves in the summer

So those rainbow colors won't show

Wearing clothes with cigarette holes and food stains

No friends to talk to so she's all alone

6th grade came

That's when it all changed

Stomach started getting bigger with twins

Friends started acting strange

Dropped out of 8th grade cause it was just too hard to face

Only 15 and got 2 babies to raise

Got held back in 7th grade for not going to school

Cause of her kids

During school hours she out there smoking weed

So her father won't know she dropped out

Now she's 16, decided to runaway

So she saved her money she made from selling dope

And bought herself a car

She took her babies with her to protect them from her father

Now she's living with some old friends from middle school
 she ran into

Got 2 jobs

Just to pay her half of the rent

As well as money spent on her kids

17 now, looks like shes not cut out for this mommy label

Unable to care for her kids so she puts them up for adoption

She thinks maybe this way they can have the love they deserve

Life seems easier now you'd think

Till she gets hooked to drugs and is left on the street

Roommates couldn't deal with the responsibility

I Guess

Not even a full adult yet and she ready dealing with their problems

No more money

Which means no more drugs

Which equals insanity

Couldn't take the pain so she kills herself


What happened to that 4 year old soul
Well that poor little soul grew up
So that sexual abuse
Led to physical abuse
Then getting pregnant
Which led to dropping out of school
Then running away
To getting into drugs
Then killing herself

  This Is The Story Of The Abused!
                                    by~ Hazel.Love xoxo

A Writer {poem}

I want to write

Write poetry how it used to be

I would see imitations in my head
 of the stories that i once read

Things people once said, then make a poem about it

Recreate the topic, then make a master piece out of it

I used to write every week

Until i lost inspiration

Got so caught up in life

And what i was face'n

I was in the matrix

Goin in circles

I was lost

Causing me to loose sight of my potential

My talent

My found purpose in this world

But now I'm back

Back writing and doing what i live to do

I am back

Back taking advantage of the talent that
 i have

I'm back

And I am growing throughout this world as a writer.
                                                          by~ Hazel.Love xoxo