A young lays upon her bed
Her tears fall down her cheeks like rain
Living in fear of her family
Forced to be like a slave to them
Never to really know what it is to live
For they keep the leash upon her tight
Using mind games and threats to keep her in place
As she idolizes women her own age
Who have the freedom
And the family life which she does long for
Never to know the feeling of being trusted
To be able to make her own choices and live her life
No, she is trapped as a maid, babysitter and cook
For the rest of the family
Refuses to lift a finger to help
So she is trapped forever within this prison
Not of iron bars holding her back
But the constant mental abuse of her parents
Not seeing her as the woman she is
But as a child they try to keep her as
For then she will never discover
There is so much in the world beyond her family
That waits for her to experience
And never shall she discover on her own
What’s best for her.
Please tell me what you think
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This piece makes me sad and angry all at the same time...
Sad because the woman in this piece is hurting and abused (feelings I'm all too familiar with)
and ANGRY because the people treating her like this should be PUNISHED and SEVERELY
I know I've gotten all worked up here but I have LIVED abused (by my ex husband) and therefore, this struck a very raw and open nerve with me
Powerful stuff here, my friend!
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Wow
It sounds like you jumped out of the
computer screan and visited my life for awile
though i am not the maid, babysitter and cook
I am not trusted and bared to the house with mental abuse and threats im not allowed to go any where or do anything because my mother doesnt trust me.
And its so hard to hold my breath and my fist. But i have to in order to keep the only comunication i have with my friends my cell phone.
Excelent write
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wow
Honestly I love it and you need to revise this because you are missing words. And how did you.... this is a woman's point of view? Very nicely done. I would also try to portray more of a lost feeling in this poem because I have been that woman in this little story and there is more of a lost feeling and a cut of caged spirit feeling to it. I mean even if you don't fight back the feeling is still there. And there is also pain from biting your tongue so hard when you aren't trying to fight back. Have you ever been in these shoes?
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