This is Me

 

This is me . . .

 

At 13, I realized my life

Was expendable

Determined to seek out

Peace and serenity,

The journey, I was

unfamiliar with.

No one dares to lend a hand

Showing me the path

To freedom.

I’ve learned in my life

That I am labeled

By my traumatic experiences,

I’m told that I’m a damaged girl

The entitlement of Survivor,

Doesn’t suit me anymore;

In society’s view I’m either

Strong or debilitated

No one utters to see me

In human form,

But a freak behind a cage.

At age 3, my voice was silent

When he scorned my body

with his pedophile impulses.

I grew up in a violent home,

Yet through sobs and prayer

I vowed my destiny

Would be different.

My identities robbed from me,

And through my existence

I became a victim of my own enslavement.

Why judge me by the past

I am obligated to fix?

I didn’t ask for a broken childhood,

Yet through my children

I’m able to cherish their presence,

I didn’t ask to be battered,

Yet through strength and courage

I discovered a fighter in me.

I didn’t ask to be sold,

As predators stood with mouth watering

Eyes,

Through my turmoil,

I’ve learned the humbleness

Of pain.

When I am angry,

I use poetry as my outlet,

When my tears fall,

I allow my emotions to feel.

When I am in love,

I embrace it, instead of running away.

Doesn’t this count

For my chance to feel?

Why am I judged as a criminal,

When I’ve made no mistakes of my own?

Why do statistics matter,

When I haven’t fallen under?

When I am angry,

People panic.

When I cry,

You assume I’m broken.

When I am happy,

You think I’m fake,

And When I am at peace

You assume I’m hiding something?

Where do you get these

Insulting assumptions?

Where, cause I’d really like to know . . .

I’ve returned from 18 years

To gain back the life that was rob from me.

I am a mother now

And I shower my children with love.

I am a friend and I just listen

When I am needed.

I am a teacher

That coaches others to breathe,

I am a lover,

With whom I will share my heart with.

And I am a woman,

Not an obligation,

But I am proud to be one.

So, if you think you have me backed down,

You’re in for a surprise,

Because I refuse to falter

In anyone’s premise.

I will rise beyond my dreams

Because I am who I am,

God gave me a voice,

So here I am to speak out loud.

 

(c) Copyright, Chong Kim-2004

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

Let me be frank with you...

You wrote everything down of your past experiences... You weren't afraid to show your true self... You explained and expressed yourself... and so on... So, that mean you're not damaged good, because you just held on to faith and hope and you just lived through...

Other than that, it's pretty sad, yet it's a nice ending to it, so it's all still good tho...

[Tony Hwilka]

A very good write of your life. I salute you for the bravery you showed in writing this piece and the hardships you went through and endoured until now.

Tony

[jumbie's #1 fan]

Wow, this poem gives great insight to who you are. It is beautiful with a sad aura hovering around it. A very good write