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 here is a couple of my poems, enjoy

SORE HANDS (my newest poem about slavery)

my hands are red and sore,
more than ever before
as i scrub harder and harder to clean the floor.
one spot of dirt one speck of dust remaining
and the master will whip me
so i scrub harder and harder, bearing the pain.

hungry and tired
no real meal for a week
no sleep until i've completed all chores
no life, no existance, i am controled.

i make the beds,
feeling the soft material between my fingers
comparing it to the rags
that do little to keep me warm
in the cold damp celler
where at night i am told i belong.

i'm no longer a human,
humans have rights
and i  no longer have rights
nor am i able to speak my mind.

i belong to my master,
pale and fair
and harshley
in strange language to my own
he yells and he beats me.

i am his toy,
i am his puppet
and since i was torn from my homeland
torn from my sons
and brought here
to the so called promised land
i am his property,
i am his slave.

my hands are red and sore
but i continue to scrub
with some hope in my heart
that today he won't beat me
and everything will be okay.

WHY (at first i felt lik this!)

so where do i go from here?
left in the world without you by my side,
trying to hide my feelins forget what we went through,
useless even trying because all i need is you
what happened to us,
the moments we shared,
the times you hugged me,
 the times you cared?
did our friendship die?
 did it faid away?
will we be reunited one day?
after all we've been through the times we've shared together
 through summer sun and autumn's stormy weather
you leave me standing in the cold winter's wind
not knowing why or how or when
only knowing you don't want me there anymore,
only knowing you broke my heart once again
 and this time you're not there to help it mend......
and never will be again.

 

BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU (THEN I FELT LIKE THIS)

the first time i saw you accross the yard

i knew you were special but my aim would be hard.

my aim to become your friend

my aim for you to care for me till the end.

I loved you dearly

i thought you were my one

and i started to worry how it'd be when i was gone

but trus brought us together

on that one day

when you old me your secret, that you are gay

and come the summer we were good friends

and when we were together the fun never ends

closer andcloser we became

and our friendship was like a never ending flame

i remember the weekend we went camping together

and we laughed and giggled in the warm summer's weather.

our friendship lasted through autumn time

and we always had such a wonderfull time

but all good things must come to an end

and it started when i met vicki, your other friend.

she never liked me from the start

and she was determined to tear us apart

and it's sad to say, she got her wish

you started to ct like complete bitch

we were never alone someone had to be there

and you never talked to me, you were so unfair

if i tryed tospeak you made me stop

you laughed as you drenched my favaroute top

then you told me to get out, to leave

and that is when i began to believe

i love you gareth and i'll always miss you

but i realise now

if that's the way you treat your friends

then i'm better off without you