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I have been given permission from a young person to share her story through her own words in poetry. This young person feels unloved and abused in the present. These poems are being put forward in order that her voice can be heard.

There titles are as follows:
Remission of the Razor
Until I am gone
Devil’s Paradise
Kidz

Remission of the Razor

    I f… hate
    when you try to understand
    Thinking your a big lass
    All clever & divine
    Take a look bitch
    I’m better than you
    We both f… know it

    I’ve done my time
    yet still been punished
    Can’t have a social life
    isolated from others

    Time is ticking
    education at risk
    Life is now dying
    waiting for the slice of the razor
    Up & down my arms, leg neck, yeah I’ll go there bitch

    You think your running in my mind
    think you know what’s happening
    But you don’t have a clue
    Boo! scared shitless
    & all I can do, is reminis,
    on how I’ll miss, all of you
    with my razor blade
    TS

    Until I’m gone!


Sometimes I believe
I can make myself someone
Bright yellow like the Sun
In a sea of grey
I’m told to be unique
but you make it so hard
You say I’m wrong
& keep me away from others

How can I prove myself bitch
when I can’t talk
when I can’t walk
amongst the others
Bit unfair don’t you think
Your tickled pink
find it funny when I try to explain myself
then you shout & scream
It’s not a dream
I’m sitttin here been beaten
It can all be seen

You turn a blind eye
Thought you would
as if it never happened
I’m a liar
I’m a thief
But where’s the truth
I ain’t hear in much
besides your screams

Look into my eyes
tell me I’m wrong
& I’ll just stay here
writing my song
these lyrics
They keep me strong
When the world is against me
Sayin I’m wrong

Like I said
I won’t move
I won’t cry
Just pass me by
Ill stay writing this song
Until I’m gone

TS

Devil’s Paradise

    Sat in a world full of fear
    No-one brave enough to take a fall
    We think we are one and all
    who will prove it?

    We try to fight for what is right
    but always seem to fail
    what happened to the Holy Grail
    and the unite of people

    Wars, whores, Crackheads
    Wait theres more
    Cryin, flyin, theres children dyin
    but you just don’t care

    As long as your alright
    Got your fists
    got your ammo
    No f…. gonna come near you

    They ain’t stupid
    neither am I
    I know what’s right & wrong
    unlike you!

    Drugged up to the eyeballs
    F…in wish I was
    then all these blows would’t hurt as much

    You never hit my face
    hmmm… I wonder why
    maybe cos a black eye’s hard to disguise
    unlike bruises on my thighs

    Break my arm bitch
    you may as well
    Say I fell down the stairs
    What a clumsy girl

    You know I have no power
    but yet I try
    I cry
    I’m screaming inside

    Who’s gonna fight
    bite the bone for me
    bloody tears stain my face
    In the devil’s paradise

    TS

    Kidz

Cuddle me close
rest my head on your heart
let me hear the soft thud, thud, thud again
whisper in my ear
tell me you love me
I’m not dreaming
I can still smell your scent
& feel your long black hair
tickling my face

We chat about somethings
We chat about nothings
We hug over sadness
We laugh over joy
I want it all back
I want my kids back too
Rather than looking at their pictures
with their glassy stare

They miss me too
cuddles on the sofa
while watching scooby doo
my little babies
sweet angels
I’m writing this for you

I’ll take a bow
in front of a crowd
whether they like it or not
they are gonna hear this now.

These are lyrics from the heart
so join with me
shout & scream it
till your soul pops out

Fill your lungs
take your final breath
before you leave your pain 7 suffering
Yeah your out
Now show the world
show them what your really made of
No more tears
Your amazin
Its worth it all now

make yourself something
turn it all around
your’e all grown up
& you’ve been found

TS

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Author: Jill • Filed under: Poetry Matters • Posted: April 29, 2008 10:23 pm

Responses

  1. Dear TS,

    Your poetry effects me deeply. It makes me want to cry and jump around in a rage, all at once. I am hearing your voice and your pain. I wish you could be lifted from the abusive place you are in, to a safe place where you can be gently nursed back to a place where all your strong qualities can be appreciated.

    The bit I like best in your poetry is:

    Sometimes I believe
    I can make myself someone
    Bright yellow like the Sun

    Yes! I want that for you, too.

    Kate x

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