First, I must say that our future President Mr. Obama is amazing! GO BARACK!!
Okay, I am fine! I knew I would be. Up. Down. Up.Down.Up.Up.. I get tired, but not enough to stop trying. I have to write. Writing wakes me up to reality. Writing is my therapy..
What I learned today: That anti-social people can actually see the world for what it really is. Poets and artists are truly the ones who choose not to ignore the state of the world we live in. Spectacles are all around us. Now that I'm truly aware of this notion, I can choose not to take part in it. That's why I suppose most poets/writers commit suicide. ie Silvia Plath and the guy who's name I can't spell, that came up with the whole "Spectacle" idea when talking about the medias influence on us. I am a poet, but I am by far anti-social..
I had a really dope idea for a poem tonight..But I'm tooooo tired. So I will give something I say...impromptu... Have a happy Friday!!
I am a little girl
The prettiest little girl
In the world
That's what everyone tells me
I have blue eyes and brown curls
I love to wear dresses
And skirts
My mommy always tells me
To keep my legs closed
Because men take that as a sign
That they don't have to
Proceed with caution
And will want to take advantage
Of her pretty child
Then I will never be clean
And when I take a bath
It would be like..I could never
Wash the dirt off
I would be filthy forever
I never thought it would happen to me
Until my mommy got married
And my step brother
Touched me..
I was just a little girl
He was teenage boy
Who knew better
But he played with me like a toy
My private area raw
So I told my mom
She looked at me down there
She asked me what happened
I told her he touched me
The son of her husband
In a corner, and I told him to stop
But he wouldn't
Even though I screamed ouch
The friction of my skin
Against his hand
Left my skin swollen and red
And now I walk around dirty
Just like mom my said..
She told her husband
He couldn't 't believe it
His precious prince
The husband swore up and down
That step brother would never do such
That his son knew better
Than to touch a little girl
My mom knew he wouldn't believe us
But a mother always believes her child
That day we left
And we got lost
So I could be found
Because when step brother fondled me
I lost part of who I was
As a child
Foia "F-w-aah"
About Me
- Foia
- I am a Mother, Teacher, Student, Model, Music lover, Eat all the time-r, and never gain any weight-er.. I am a poet, who doesn't follow the rules. I write my heart out literally. I will continue until my heart no longer has a beat. I love to read anything from Cosmo to Silvia Plath to *J. California Cooper*. I'm growing up, I don't want go to the club unless I'm working. *Go Cocktailers* I am a junior in college majoring in Communications/Journalism. I thought was going to teach, but then I realized I don't like to retain useless information.. I asst. teach at a Montessori school where I constantly catch colds. I love the kids though.Wit their bad asses! Back in the day I enjoyed long walks on the beach with my friends, but since I moved from Michigan to Atlanta where there is no beach at. All I can do is reminisce about stomping the sand from my flip flops as I walked into my mothers house. I don’t like math. In fact I loathe it. I was a Montessori child myself, and it made me that way. I am an advocate for mental health. Everyday I fight to break down the stigma. And I will keep going on and on because I love to write.
When I worked @ Motions Xmas time 07'
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9 comments:
happened to me when i was younger
my moms boyfriend used to have his way with me....never penetration but it didnt make me feel betta nonetheless!!
took me years to get over the abuse but it has made me a stronger person!!
i loved this poem.. and i am happy that the mom, trusted her daughter. alot of moms live in denial!!
get you some rest mami!!
I'm sorry that you had to experience that. It happens to so many little girls..and you are so right sometimes parents are wrapped up so much in what they believe that they can't see anything else. Even if it's the truth...
I was so tired..that my tense got messed up..oh well..ya'll get the idea...
The story that expression can tell is deeper than the facts being laid..
As a child, that should never have to be a story that anyone should have to epress.. It was deep. I agree wit yall about the mother inthe poem.
I love all these pics in here girl! Oh Barrack- well you already know- we on our way !!!-Q.
I think being a realist often makes you seem like a negative person, but I'd rather look truth in the eye and accept it than live a lie.
very touching prose.
unfortunately i know the feeling.
sucks.
Welcome Back Muze!! Was your blog-vacation refreshing? I missed you!
VP- I had to read your comment twice because I thought you were saying "you" as in only me. But I'm thinking your talking about all of the realist out there :)
Q- Yep...that ish is deep. Especially when the other parent doesn't believe it. Children don't make up things like that. Especially when they don't have knowledge of what bad touching is.
foia you have a wonderful mom. I don't wish that on any child. Touching poem
Go B.
Slow ya roll..a go bytch..
That didn't happen to me..It was just a story...and i'm sure if it would have.. my mom WOULD have believed me..
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