Tossed against the wall
fall down rag doll
all broken inside
a tear stained face to hide…
voice raised in anger
a maddening rage;
words full of hatred
abusive words spat from pursed lips
hammer fists; hammered down
angels to protect
hide away, hide away
screaming, crying, daddy why?
the atmosphere is tense
eyes please don’t cry
this sign of weakness;
he will devour
a hand smashed across my face
down on the floor is just my place
ribs kicked & kicked again
an angel face, thru tears, in the dark
asks, ‘Does it hurt mummy?’
tossed against the wall
fall down rag doll
all broken inside
a tear stained face to hide…
shh, I cant give my angel up
crawl, crawl down on the floor
with every move made
comes another boot
breathe just breathe
without a sound or cry
jerked to stand on shaky legs
by hands clenched in frightful rage
with a single hand flung into the door
the other gripped around my throat
whisperings in my ear
‘just see what you make me do.’
a deep voice of a man
bellows,
”ENOUGH!
You’re not a man.
Come on Dad take me on I’m your
son but,
am not afraid of you..
LET HER GO NOW!”
he, the one they call dad
lets go, turns walks out the door.
I remember my angel
crying in the dark
wrap her in my battered wings
the angel is broken & shaking with fear
hold tight little broken angel
sweetly I hear her timid voice, say
‘Mummy you fell just like my rag doll.’
tossed against the wall
fall down rag doll
all broken inside
a tear stained face to hide…
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Pretty Little Rag Doll. by yesterdaysfeelings-.
750 points, ended June 15, 2007, 81 entries
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Very, Very well done
I absolutely loved it, but I do have one question; on this line,
"breath just breath" did you mean "breathe" as in the verb "to breathe," or "breath," as in the noun "a breath?"
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Thank you for your comment I try not to go back and read this one very often but breathe as in taking in air filling my lungs and just enough to keep alive.
I really appreciate your words
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Wow sis this is so sad and tragic, but the imagery is deep and dark. Really enjoyed the storyline you set out in this and is too vividly real in a lot of families. Well done. Love, C
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The intensity here is right on the edge. I hope this is fiction and I am afraid to ask I like the imagry in the last few lines with the rag doll. Also how the son
comes in the pciture and makes the abuser look like the coward he is.
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line 8
abusive words spat from pursed lips
fantastic
very emotive and visual
tossed against the wall
fall down rag doll
all broken inside
loved that as well- so visula, like broken bones
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This poem was a recommendation from a friend for me to read. This is absolutely breath taking. This is a piece that hits the soul very deeply for anyone who has suffered through this type of experience. An amazing write!
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I have to prepare a motivational meeting for tomorrow mornings sales meeting and thought I would respond to my favorites first. I saw this on the recents by favorites and was actually a little disappointed because I saw your name and said to myself, "Oh great, now you're going to have to think." I had no idea what I was in for. I didn't have to think, I had to recover. I am 47 years old and I am so tired of being dosed and drowned by the carnal man in me. I see insanity on the news, hear it on the radio, see it at the grocery store when a small child is abused right in front of me by a man who cannot contain his emotions. Or see another man abuse a woman in a parking lot either verbally or physically. I look in the mirror and I am sick of myself because having a hot temper, I know, except for the grace of God there go I. A man, a real man, should be the pillar and the strength of those he protects and shelters from harm. Where does this demon come from and how does it rise generation after generation. You dont' have to ask me if I believe in sin. Just flip on your TV screen. Girl, I have to put this meeting together and am aware that I am rambling here. Let's just say this was not a critique of a poem. It was your lecture on why as I look around me I understand why I am sometimes ashamed to be not just a man, but human. I am so glad to have you as my unseen friend and am so glad we crossed paths. Yours always, RC
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no words could ever hold a candle to the painful words....always here for you my friend
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That was hard to read. Just shaken me to the core. It is rare to find anything I could hardly read. This piece is very clear and bluntly honest.
Mook you done it again. I could hardly read it but I had to read every word no matter how painful it was to bear.
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I remember my angel
crying in the dark
wrap her in my battered wings
the angel is broken & shaking with fear
hold tight little broken angel
sweetly I hear her timid voice, say
‘Mummy you fell just like my rag doll.’
tossed against the wall
fall down rag doll
all broken inside
a tear stained face to hide…
this was all so good. it seems to have a lot of meaning. goodjob. thanks for entering my contest && goodluck.
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Powerful, there is too much truth in this piece I feel, no one can write like this without having lived through it, to capture that raw emotion. I will apologise for men of all kind if this is a personal write. No woman should be treated like this. I hope the wounds have healed, especially those of the heart
Jim
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I have read this write before, it brought me to tears then, just as it does now.... too personal to go into the comment here.... but you sure showed your strength and won in the end, lucky you have such two precious angels looking out for you
K
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yes is it just with a few minor changes
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