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| A couple of poems.:oP Gothic Angel It was an ordinary day, that is the mystery I learned the truth, and wrote my own history A rainy Monday, as always As a sufferer of S.A.D., I was in a haze It seemed good at first, I wore a new shirt I came into lit. class, but left as dirt I never believed, I was good But I always felt, misunderstood I became victim to the verbal beatings A strong girl like me, pain was fleeting And they mocked me with their all But I was strong, like the Jerico wall No one knew how, to find that place In my heart, that is my disgrace They only tried, to insult with all their might And I grew tired of the pointless fight I complained that wrongdoing, I had not done Someone said, "You make fun of everyone." The statement screamed that I was bad The pursuit of good, the weakness I had I started to question, my whole heart Would this Evil wall, fall apart? I am a Catholic, faithfully That accusation, shattered me Was I really, truly evil? Had I hurt, other people? How often did this take place? So little memory of this disgrace I ran home, and hid myself in my belonging I started to cry, deeply and strongly I have been insulted in every bad way But this was the hardest, today Then my realization hit me They had hardly known me They didn't know, everything I've done So they spoke no truth, I had won I have done good, but only in secret Blessed are the meek, that's how I keep it Some heroes will never be loved Compared to us, they are far above I call them Gothic Angels For to gratitude, they are strangers False accusations, hurt me no longer Injust persecutions, only make me stronger I am a Gothic Angel, that you don't see Because in the end, no one knows me. Playing Mother I never really ever wanted a kid I thought, mother? Me? God forbid I just wanted to learn to cook They gave me Child development So that I took It was better than study hall But me a parent, bad call. I thought that the class was a waste Yet of my maternal instinct That I got a taste It was easy to get an A Just do my worksheets every day Then I heard about the "Baby" In the back of my mind I thought Someone must hate me It was only robotic, only rubber It looked real; it needed a "Mother" It was a huge part of my grade For two days with the "baby" I'd have to parade I was the first girl in my class Better the first, than the last I picked it up after noon It was so light and easy But I sensed trouble soon I was late to lit. and drew much attention I swore this racket, would give me a detention Everyone wanted to see Marius Fox Cautious was I, for he could cry I was trapped like a mime, in a box He was very good, so quiet I went to the library, and started a riot Marius then started to cry In the middle of the library Embarrassed so was I That night he cried when I tried to sleep I put in his key, the stress I must keep All through the night I held strong Morning came I kept going As day hurried along The second night was the worst For me loss of sleep, is a curse I slowly started to cry salty tears I would never be a woman My lack of instinct brought fears Since Eve women have raised children right Even if they won't be able to sleep at night I witnessed my mother keep the home She was strong and gentle She could have done it alone My friends did not know, how frail I had become But it was the last day and I was done I forever I will remember that I passed the test I might someday raise my own child Just like the rest |
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