PrisonerA Poem by Chong N. KimDomestic violence doesn't just affect the spouse, it also affects the child.
PRISONER
The curtain of darkness; I cannot see..... I long for hope; it's beyond my reach. I’m a refugee within my own home. My soul is lost,
such dreams of hopeless... My words have no meaning. Everyday, I am beat by the hands which were meant to protect.
Innocence is robbed without an ounce of remorse... Too young to comprehend which is right or wrong?
Sadness to numbness, I feel nothing... I’m here, shackled by chains;
held in captivity by my patron's vanity.. My eyes are like the desert:
My tears are without substance; what then remains for this child? I am bound to the conception that
Freedom is but a mere dream?
I am a prisoner within the family circle:
My spirit is absent, yet physically a hostage in a hearth meant to be safe...
By: Chong N. Kim
4-1-03 © 2008 Chong N. Kim |
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Added on September 6, 2008 AuthorChong N. KimDallas, TXAboutI Am: speaker writer artist ...singer performer mother activist abolitionist fighter and a survivor. I've done public speaking since 2003 and have appeared on local and national televi.. more..Writing
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