CrossroadsA Poem by Alice Stephensthis was made for a specific reason; to show people the unjust of beating woman...
Helplessness, despair, unruly and grimacing pain.
Unfairness, unjust towards me for doing something I cannot control.
Hospitalized, wounded and scared mentally and physically, just worrying about the days to come.
Is this the reaching of my fullest potential?
I find that I need to achieve the unknown, a greater meaning,
a more peaceful surrounding.
I will never be committed to this treacherous way of life even though my ancestors were before me. Yet I believe I have a responsibility and respect to my wretched husband.
When I was naive I thought there was love, I thought we were a family. But families don’t burn each other over a different gendered child, no they protect each other.
© 2008 Alice Stephens |
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Added on April 23, 2008 AuthorAlice StephensNowheresvilleAboutI am pretty plain and i can't really explain myself unless i writing about someone else (if you know what i mean) my role model is Patrick Hopkins and Robert Frost more..Writing
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