Born At 15
A child of
repeated molestations,
suffocation by drugs,
tragedy replacing hopscotch,
I grew crooked in the sunlight.
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.
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.
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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