REFUSE

I go from crying to smiling,

joy to pain

in the matter of minutes your words tearing me apart,

every syllable is like a sharp knife to my heart

repeatedly,

a grin of vengeance,

a scar unseen but felt,

inside screaming

How could you!

heart beating rapidly until death comes,

the last three words "I HATE YOU" killing me instantly.

I am the stillborn,

you didn't want me, I am more than what u made,

I am present to the living,

death was almost me,

my voice is more than noise,

my feet little but ready to step over the word

"MOTHER",

no questions just hurtful words,

don't touch me,

putting me out like a garbage bag,

I am not trash,

I am simply yours,

you didn't want me and still don't.     

Reviews

[J]

goodness -- this is not what i expected ..... i've not seen a poem from the perspective of the child, and it is stunningly heartbreaking. you have a heart brimming with unspoken imagination and despondency. you have found the right place, bri. you will find kindness and understanding here. i'm glad you came. keep writing. ;)

[tynamite]

Whoa this is sharp! The delivery here..... the whole thing's just painful.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The fierce shaping of emotion, and stark energy really cleans the mind, well done, good read.

[InkSlinger]

Ouch, the reality of this piece is real, its raw, and haunting!
It will hang heavy on the reader, festering if you let it..

BRAVO!!

[Melinda Weber]

Oh... powerful! Devastating in it's own right, i know the emotion and feelings in this poem quite well. You portrayed your feelings of abandonment and hurt, it truly packed a punch! great write :)

[Reaper]

very sad but very well written

[wordplay29]

Aww..I totally understand u...me y my mother don't really get along either ...I feel u...nicely written

[Jibey]

Painful and seering in its cry for help...in its feelings of rejection and hurt... Powerful writing... saddening this man's heart

[LadyCardiac]

really sad

[JRB]

This was reality in pain, with deep thought of choice,,

[Coyote Poetry]

Abortion is a hard subject. I saw photos of babies in the early stages. They have feet and hands. All children are precious and need a chance at life. Thank you for sharing this sad and powerful poem.
Coyote