UntouchedA Poem by Olive Belikov
These marks on my wrists
Are not my doing. These feelings in my mind Are out of my control. I'm just a girl A simple, simple girl Who got mixed up In the wrongs of the world. I tried so hard To evaid the hands of the greedy, The mad and the evil, But they were too quick; There sences too sharp For a girl like me. Oh how I wish things were different How I dream of having back My spirit and will. But I know- As I sink down into the tub, And as water covers my face- That I, a pebble in a rock quarry, Will never be found. © 2011 Olive BelikovReviews
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8 Reviews Added on October 25, 2011 Last Updated on October 27, 2011 AuthorOlive BelikovMTAboutI am a daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl, and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and .. more..Writing
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