Description: I'm not quite sure what this one is all about. I just kinda wrote it. This is a mix between two poems of mine, 'Her Charm' and 'My World' (my world is about a misunderstood child) I decided that these two poems might work well together, please tell me what you think, any type of suggestion is welcome, just don't tell me its shit, or I might cry. Kidding, but my buddies might get a little irked.
Girl -------------------------------------------
An empty room
No toys to play
Curtains drawn
No light
Sitting in a corner
A girl and her bear
Her one belonging
Her only friend
Her mother dresses her
Takes her to shops and salons
Sit, one harsh word
Alone again, but for her friend
Mom and friends talk in low voices
Bear keeps Child Company
No one understands
Looks are thrown sidelong at the girl
Some of disgust, some pity
Distant voices
Harsh whispers, nasty looks
They can’t leave her be
She wants to be alone
Her own world
Her empty room
Her mind goes its own way
At times without choice
The voices mocking
The eyes laughing
All just meaningless noise
A conscious dream
Her life may not be like yours
But it suits her just fine
She lives everyday her best
Knowing she can never be “normal”
This child may cry
And know she’s not loved
Something meant to be treasured
Was trashed instead
Her beauty is endless
And her mind not so bad
A forgotten love, a misused gem
Shattered dreams, lost hope
She did not choose this life!
She did not choose this pain!
Can no one find her?
Can no one help her?
Treasure this precious jewel
That has been cast aside
She is not a freak, not a puzzle
She is a child
Deep and speaks volumes about either your own childhood or your ability to observe the pains of others and fully comprehend them. Sad story, but very touching. It made me tear up. Now whenever i see a little girl in the corner, I'll think of this poem and walk over and play with her a bit if i can. Wonderful write, I simply adored it and its definately being added to my favorites, Bon. LOVE YA GIRL! evey
i can feel the energy of this poem. for i know how it feels... my mom was embarssed of me and would talk behind my back and make fun of me... i know how it is to be considered a freak by my own parents and i can reate to this poem...
you want to be loved by your parents .. not casting like a bad show..
this is a good write. i think it is fine. the world has quite a bit of these kinds who sit alone, are cast aside and just wander around alone. they are alone so much that it is the only thing they know. who are we to take it away but always be there when they decide to come and open up to those they think they can trust. again very great write keep up the work. erin
This was really good, kinda reminds me of me and my little seagul, then reminded me of people I know in real life. was the ending spuposse to be hopeful or not? At first it seemed so then I re-read it and it wasn't. Talk to ya later!
oh...so sad. you made me cry sista bon! it sounds familiar, have i read part of this before? it must be the worst feeling in the world to know, not think but actually KNOW you're not loved. the poor girl, i cry for her, she seems to be that little part in all of us. *sigh* the part that really gets me is 'she did not choose this life she did not choose this pain' *again sighs* it's so hopeless...great now you've done it. i was in a good mood. *grumble grumble grumble* -wildchild
Wierd but good. I feel this one and I have a bear I've had sinse birth and it still sits on my bed. I'm 26 and when I'm 65 I'll still have my one and only true friend that is a part of me, even if someone finds me I'll never loose my love for my bear, and I don't let anyone mess with it either. Some of my past girlfriends threw it around and I got mad, funny hu. Well I like the style you used for this and the story behind it. I feel the same sometimes. good writting keep it up.
i just HAD to comment again... this is a really good poem even though it makes me cry. i want to tell you that you are a very talented writer and i'm proud of you my sista bon! lotsa love from the ever wild wildchild
Hehehe. I remember reading the one part of this in Brown's. Now why would you say that your friends would be irked. I'm not irked, I know sometimes I do, but this gives me no reason to. Anywho. This is good, Bon.
Wow.. lovely and melancholy... at the same time. I also have a poem i wrote about a bear as well. This really just shows the connection of a child and a stuffed animal.. bears can be so comforting in times of distress.. you showed that very well. While I was reading this I saw the images taking place.. a sad little girl.. holding on to her bear... wanting everything to get better. Thankyou for posting this piece.. it reminded me of a friend that I had forgotten. Brooke
Oh this poem is beautiful. It's reaches down inside of you and tears at your soul. I think the reason it's so moving is because there really are children out there who exerience no love or compassion. It makes you want to cry for all those kids just like the little girl. I tink the best part i'll have to agree with wildchild is She did not choose this life! She did not choose this pain! Can no one find her? Can no one help her? It makes me want to cry. pEAcE Lizzy
I like this one Bon, hehe I just typed bone...I was going to call you bone. That damned corner!!! I want to read the poems that this one came out of. I probably have...I think I have...I just don't remeber. AAHHHHHH!!!!!! I have pookie back!! MWAAHAHAHAHAH!!!
Submission Name: Girl
