Im just a girl.
Or that
Is what you see me as.
Just a girl.
A "pretty" girl.
A "smart" girl.
A "ugly" girl.
A "dumb" girl.
I'm just a girl.
With a rough past.
Before you judge me
For being
Just a girl,
Why don't you see
And walk down this path
Of her memories
With me.
She was a girl.
Who loved to dance with a man
That she learned to love
Called "dad"
She would paint his nails
And do his hair.
She loved him.
But he loved her too.
A strong, strange, love
That you can't imagine.
The wrong kind of love.
She was a girl,
Only the age of 8 years,
When the man who raised her
And loved,
Got taken away
Because he did something
To her body
That had to be stopped,
But the memories
Can never be stopped.
Weeks later,
After the man
That she learned to love
Learned to trust
Was taken away,
This little girl
Gained a stranger
As a listener.
She visited her
Once a week.
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
