Hatred and loveA Poem by Chirinos20We go through hard times. We have family to support us. I will be there for you. If you want my help sis.I see myself in the mirror. I don’t see perfection. I only see hatred burned inside of me. My nature is unknown to those around me. I can control my temper. I know that if I don’t, bad things might happen. Anger is triggered by memories. They are memories that have been long forgotten. I see them next to me, like television screens. If I touch one, the memory on it will return. I do my best not to touch those screens, My finger slips and so I touch one. It has a memory from my past. The screams won’t stop, my sister sobs and sobs. Those brutal beatings done to her by my father are there. Her back is full of bruises. They look like red snakes. They are marked and seem to be buried deep inside her skin. One, two, three, those were for your bad behavior. Four, five, six, those were for your bad grades. Seven, eight, nine, those were for crying out loud. You’ve finally got away from my father. Only to find love, love that hates you.
One, two, three, this is for going to your mother’s house. Four, five, six, this is for not giving me enough food. Seven, eight, nine, this is because I want to do it.
I love you so much. If you want my help I will be there for you. It staves me in the gut to know that I can do
something at this moment, and you don’t seek my help. I have tried to look that guy in
the eyes, to find an answer for the reason why he’s done you wrong. He points his sight down. He doesn’t speak badly to me. I wish for an insult, to give me a reason to break his face in two. I can control my anger. I can control it for you. © 2010 Chirinos20Author's Note
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Added on January 6, 2010Last Updated on January 19, 2010 AuthorChirinos20Tegucigalpa, Francisco Morazan, HondurasAboutHello, I am a new writer. It is my pleasure to read and to write. I look forward to expressing my thoughts through this site. My writing might change. In change I find true art. Art is what I'm lookin.. more..Writing
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