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Words

July 10, 2013
By Marieke SILVER, Tijeras, New Mexico
Marieke SILVER, Tijeras, New Mexico
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Your words cut deep
Deeper than you know
To a place you nor I can ever again reach or go
Your words, they tear, and rip, and shred
But my words, they stay hid
Because of you and your words I am afraid to speak
Afraid of that tearing, ripping, shredding hurt
Afraid that my words might get crushed by yours.
So I just say
"I'm sorry"
And back away
Swallow my words deep down
Down to that place where your words hurt me,
In hope that they might heal
but instead their pent power burns
Oh how it burns
All together its too much
Too much for life
Knowing I'm imperfect
Especially in your eyes
I want my hands to do what my words could not
Save me,
And teach you.
That my imperfection tries,
But without perfection
My words just die.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece in an attempt to expel my frustration at not being permitted to speak by adults because they have power over me since I am still young.

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1299836 said...
on May. 25 2014 at 6:34 pm
1299836, 1299836, California
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amazing poem. your repetition of 'words' reminds the reader that words really do hurt. Sometimes i feel the same way when adults, especially teachers, tell me not to talk back to them when im just trying to make a point. anyways nice job!