Hope is lost

When you look at me, through those cold harsh eyes

I feel like a black in old times,

 Whipped by a white man’s hand and stung by their insane coldness towards me.

I earned you good grades all my life, I gave you hopes

So one day I can be a grown full woman with a respected job.

No child I think has ever lived what I live now

A criminal is convicted of his wrong doing

Put in jail and if he has the luck he may get out early.

You are my jailer, you keep me, Locked in these bare walls, suffocating me of no love, not food, and no anything.

My only crime has been getting two C’s

I am sorry, I plead you!

And you still talk to me like I am s**t

My hunger ends when you call my name

My tears come out when your words are spoken.

The harshness makes me feel like a Jew

According to you Mr. Hitler; I was only a race, a different religion, I wasn’t what you wanted to exist.

So according to you dad, the first time I do a mistake, you make it feel

Like a death sentence.

Thank you, for injecting more sadness in my life.   

 

 

Author's Note

ok the no food is because when im sad i don't tend to eat a lot and is just well it explains who is dedicated to .

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

"for injecting more sadness in my life." like those words stung together at the end.. nicely done, and I can relate (well used to). I'm a parent and mine no longer make me feel like less than I am... oh wait, that's a lie, I'll never be grown up in their eyes...

I like it Brenda :)

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

That parental dissapointment and the passions it evokes is so relatable. Great write:)

[ImagineItAll]

I like that you take your emotional passion and write it into a poem...and then share it with us. This is packed with sadness, anger, confusion, and disappointment in yourself. Well written.

[Tasha]

Wow, this is so sad. You did a really good job explaining who this is dedicated to Brenda. I liked the comparison to you and Jews, it worked very nicely. Good work.