Thursday, May 2, 2013

Born At 15

Born At 15




A child of 
repeated molestations,
suffocation by drugs,
tragedy replacing hopscotch,
I grew crooked in the sunlight.
A smart kid,
"teacher's pet"
who no boys liked,
tall, socially inept, and awkward, 
I broke my own heart so many times.

A teenager, 
backward but witty,
someone stopped
to look at me.
I fell in love with a horrible person.

A year lost spinning on drugs,
drowning in tears, burned in loud music.
A disease had forced himself
into more than my physicality.

Balled up in a corner, tasting salt,
I went numb while he read a magazine.

I took a mountain vacation,
wet green health soothed
my swollen eyes,
I met a broad, scarred man, never without his bicycle.

I watched the white gold moon over a mountain,
the black tree outline trying
to hide it, my soul, from me.
I talked to myself pretending
it was to the man next to me,
about past and present
about my horrible fearful future.
I realized I had given all my power
 to the things I hated.

A warm, fluid feeling
rushed inside my spirit,
so unusual.
It must have been myself being born.
        ~Melissa Parker, age 16
         From The Book Things I Have To Tell You
              By Betsy Franco

This poem is telling the story of a 15 year old girl getting her inocence. This is a story of a girl falling under the influence of drugs and alchohol. This is a story of a girl who has to find her true self through all of the hurt and pain and drugs. This Is Melissa's story.
     

1 comment:

  1. Hm, I wish you had given more of your own words. How does it speak to you? Why did you pick this poem?

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