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I wrote this poem based on a true life facts. I'm was a victim of rape when I was just a little girl and even though I don't really remember it hurts to know. I grew up being different from all the other girls my age. I felt unpretty and guilty.
Why
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Keiasia Harris
Why am I different?
Why did you pick me?
why did you take my hope,
my pride and virginity?
was it my fault?
Was it meant to be?
Did I do something wrong?
Someone please help me.
I was young and hopeless with
no one to turn to.
I just wanted to be loved or even rescued!
Drugs was the only way to cope,
it was the only way to feel free,
to feel relieved.
Who am was I?
an outrage waiting to happen?
Who am I?
a destroyed teen with nothing to live for!
What am was I?
a disappointment, and disgrace?
What happened to me?
How did I get this way?
All I wanted was to be normal,
and to feel loved.
All I wanted was happiness without drugs!
I'm all alone with no one to hear,
I had no one to turn to.
my father was never around and my mother
never really made a sound. I had to cope on my own.
But now I feel that I grew to be very strong.
Why by Keiasia Harris @FamilyFriendPoems
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Why did you pick me?
why did you take my hope,
my pride and virginity?
was it my fault?
Was it meant to be?
Did I do something wrong?
Someone please help me.
I was young and hopeless with
no one to turn to.
I just wanted to be loved or even rescued!
Drugs was the only way to cope,
it was the only way to feel free,
to feel relieved.
Who am was I?
an outrage waiting to happen?
Who am I?
a destroyed teen with nothing to live for!
What am was I?
a disappointment, and disgrace?
What happened to me?
How did I get this way?
All I wanted was to be normal,
and to feel loved.
All I wanted was happiness without drugs!
I'm all alone with no one to hear,
I had no one to turn to.
my father was never around and my mother
never really made a sound. I had to cope on my own.
But now I feel that I grew to be very strong.
Why by Keiasia Harris @FamilyFriendPoems
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I started smoking pot, and then crack, and then popping pills. when I was 15 I was put in rehab because I could not go a day without meth.
even after getting out, I still couldn't stop.
your poem is beautiful.
poetry helped me through life. I am now 20, and happy to say I have been clean for 3 years, and am attending collage. I seen him at Christmas, and he tried to say sorry. lol.
I told him he was nothing to me. and I am proud that I am not scared anymore.
everyone has a life. and no person should be aloud to take it away.
melyssa Posted on Monday, March 23, 2009