I Stain

I Stain

A Poem by TTBoy28

 

I Stain

 because I have been stained

and there is no cleanser strong enough

 powerful enough to erode

the embarassing proof

My walking upright

 as an unsteady and broken reminder

to my defiler

I Stain

 and now am a profiler

of the worst kind

though the price I paid

 is worn on my sleeve

I have no choice but to wear iti

 with pride

confident and steady as I did not ask

or walk into the arms of the hungriest devil

know to man and woman

The child inside me knew no protection

and my stain seeped out

 before and after each rejection

And should my Stain

force me to bear witness and

 dwell amongst my own for all eternity

then please Dear God,

 don't let it be too much for me to bear

Somebody out there will love me

 Can love me

If only I can tell my story

 myself

© 2010 TTBoy28


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The stain being? I'm a little dull, but rejection can kill, particularly if it is repetitive. I get the feeling from this that all that rejection caused a felony to happen...again, I can't be sure, I'm a little confused by the run of the text...nothing unusual there! LOL, sorry TT I should have left well enough alone :-))

Posted 14 Years Ago


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The stain being? I'm a little dull, but rejection can kill, particularly if it is repetitive. I get the feeling from this that all that rejection caused a felony to happen...again, I can't be sure, I'm a little confused by the run of the text...nothing unusual there! LOL, sorry TT I should have left well enough alone :-))

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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TTBoy28
TTBoy28

Atlanta, GA



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The truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..

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