Shatter The Silence™

you see their stories you say how sad, you hope you never have the same fear they had, it goes on forever in a shadow of hate, you will never know who all had the same fate, it might be painful it may make you cry, but you will never know why most of them die, when they said those words of hurt and pain, when those thoughts of death run through their veins, they will never fill clean no matter what they do it will haunt them for life, their stories maybe even ending with a knife, you see their stories you say how sad, does’nt this poem make you so sad.

A little girl, in Pig tails and Lace hides under her bed, sqiunting her eys shut; biting her lip hoping that she has taken the form of death and dissapears from sight..Like a majic Trick..She is gone..Lost in a dark realm of her mind as innocence is swept away by sinful lust of a relative. (more…)

I wrote this poem when I lived in New Orleans. A woman was kidnapped, raped, and cut into pieces. She was my age, my appearance, from my neighborhood, and was abducted from a route I often took. When I read the news story, it freaked me out a bit. I wrote this poem about my attempt to reclaim my sense of safety. (more…)