This is me.
They tell themselves uncertainly as they realise
The words they mumble
The words that change everything
Dad, this is me.
They tell their father doubtingly as they hope for acceptance
A father who does not accept their child
Should not be called a father but
A man without compassion
Mum, this is me.
They say convincingly to their mother, certain for love
A mother who does not love her child
Is not mother but simply a woman
Who did not deserve the beauty
Of birth
This is me, this is me!
They scream as they suffocate
In a body that is not their own
Their souls tearing at the walls
Wanting out, just wanting out
This is me, this is me...
They sob as they as they take the words to the heart
And let it tear them apart
Skin itching, blood flowing, heart pounding
This is me, this is me.
They whisper as they breathe out their soul and close their eyes to the world
They are finally free from their cage
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Dedicated to my friend, M. Stay strong for me.
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floating thoughts: poems & quotes of a bookworm
Poesía❝Poems are the words of the soul, but never heard. The words of the heart, but never appreciated. The words that echo through the mind, but never spoken.❞ © 2013, All Right Reserved: S. Mukobo-Pandu
