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    dots Submission Name: A Mother's Heartdots
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    Author: kjb
    ASL Info:    21/male/NY
    Elite Ratio:    3.35 - 256/351/64
    Words: 240
    Class/Type: Story/Serious
    Total Views: 527
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       this is about the past let it not be the future.


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    dotsA Mother's Heartdots
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    She stood up tall
    Child grasped between her arms
    held tightly, with determination
    they silenced her words
    her back straight against the concrete wall
    her breathing steady in long, deep breaths

    thier German commands rang through her mind
    the crooked cross stitched to thier upper arm
    they all peered at her with disgust
    no longer a human but an animal to them
    she was treated as a wild beast
    her child disgraced like swine

    indeed it were them who were inhuman
    she thought in her mind
    How can people be so cruel?
    she pleaed within herself
    Where is all hatred stemming from?
    she pondered hopelessly

    yet the shouts pierce
    her ears
    and the frigid cold swirls against her pale skin
    her baby sobbing in the same monotonous tone
    she clenches it so tightly
    as though her bony arms would stop
    the penetration of the bullet soon to come

    she stood thier without the dignity of clothing
    nor the respect of privacy
    Kill me! not the child!
    she screams at deaf ears
    it is all the same to them
    age doesn't mean anything to them
    humanity doesn't have any value to them
    the heart of a mother means nothing to them
    does anthing mean anything to them?

    Yes. yes something does.
    the man standing proud
    on the poster above her head
    never forget the very thing that man did
    or it may happen again




    Submitted on 2004-04-13 17:44:38     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      this poem was truly something that took guts to write. i could actually see everything taking place and happening. felt the pain the woman was going through. the worrying of her baby...that maternal protection that only comes from a mother. *smattering of applause*
    ~Your Backup
    | Posted on 2004-10-23 00:00:00 | by BCute | [ Reply to This ]
      The only things wrong were a couple of typos and maybe should add quotation marks to some parts. I could see a woman standing, crying with a baby in her arms while a bullet slowly comes toward them. the last stanza also has a good meaning. good job
    | Posted on 2004-04-13 00:00:00 | by spitacidsoot | [ Reply to This ]
      kevvy, wow, this is way different form what u write, it made me think of one of thiose concentration camps. wow, this was really diffreent. i was just so suprised that u can have such insight to a mothers love. great job
    | Posted on 2004-04-23 00:00:00 | by Ola | [ Reply to This ]



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