Authors note: So this is a lam poem for creative writing. It's kind of long. Enjoy! :)
Angel No More.
Baby
We are angels
Only wanting to get away
And to go back home
Where the world is bright,
Where the air is fresh,
And where everything is calm,
To heaven.
She walks down the hall
Only to be tripped by people and fall
She is hitting a wall,
She doesn't know how much more she can take.
Or how much more her smile can fake.
Baby
These wings are broken
Just like her heart
I don't think they will be able to fly anymore
So she has to find another way home,
Before it's to late,
Before she gives up hope.
She raises her hand,
Only for the teacher to ignore her,
Just like everyone else.
She slowly puts down her hand,
Realizing this.
Baby
Her halo is shattered
Just like her life
And the horns have appeared.
What's the point of being a good angel
If all you ever do is get hurt?
She rummages through her fridge,
Looking for her dads stash.
She grabs one of the bud lights
and drinks it all in one gulp.
Her dad's past out on the couch,
Like always.
Her life was shattered.
Baby
This little angel is done being good
So watch out,
Because she's never turning good again.
And this little angel is going to get revenge.
Revenge,
Revenge,
Revenge,
On all of who did her wrong,
walking all over her
And calling her names.
So watch out, she's going to get revenge.
She sees the knife,
Thinking only of the blade in her room.
She sees the pack of cigs her mom left on the table,
The lighter beside it.
It calls to her.
Her mom sobs echo through the quiet house,
Her brothers room left untouched.
Will anything ever be the same as the past?
Or will things still keep getting worse and worse?
Dyke,
Bitch,
Puta,
All names they call her,
In every language too.
Never letting her have a minute of peace
or Serenity.
And for all these names,
Another line appeared,
On a special place
Called her wrist,
As she tried to fly away once again.
She remembered her plan of revenge,
To stay and be happy,
To revenge her tormentors.
Walking down the hall
With her head up high,
She ignored all the bullies
And smiled.
But this time,
She smiled for real,
Not a fake one.
Sweet revenge.
Oh sweet, Sweet revenge,
She will give.
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