Little Bird Poetry

I am not my mother My father I am not the mistakes I've made I am not the beast of burden Nor am I the mess life has made I am not the product of a broken generation I am not the pain induced by the choices of others I am not I will not be What others might make of me I'm going to draw a line of separation Between me And what you think is me I am a girl Born into a life I did not ask for I am a girl that struggles to get by some days I've got my feet on the ground My face towards the sky And a belly full of fire I have strength in my veins And a spine like twisted wire Bearing my figure And supporting every step I belong to no one I am my own person And it's about time I begin to realize it

Tangled Knotted Hair Blood shot eyes and cold feet Rolling over Wishing I could sleep Why is it I call the night home Restlessly turning Thinking too many things Getting up I run my fingers through my hair Slipping on bell bottoms And Berks Leaning over worn wood To look at a reflection That does not belong to me Emotionless eyes Glossy Glassed Empty And void White teeth flashing in a smile I am trapped in a prison of flesh

I carry them Smooth black metal Hardened steel Made to break bone They slide down thin fingers Onto the hand of the girl Who never knew she needed them Soft from birth Kind hearted Full of love Beaten by the world And those who "Love her" Don't love her Shes dangerous And ready to swing Always poised Ready to strike To defend what she has left Forsaken by those close Hated by most others People come and go But she remains Surrounded by broken bones And destroyed bits of life

Flames dance and crackle across Broken wooden ground Heating embers of passion That flare and sparkle into bitter air Farther on still glitter looms over earth Heavenly bodies shimmering ever brighter Unaware they look down onto a chilled earth Music whispers between breezes Singing soft harmonies to nearby ears Worn fingers strumming strings With a voice as lovely as the body Stories Voices Song Echoing through January air Faces harshly frozen Yet a heart that is not

I am the daughter Of a whiskey bottle Of booze And short tempers I am the daughter Of a man That's never truly loved anything Accept his mom And himself I am the daughter of a man Who's mouth spits acid and hate Knowing that no matter what I'm nothing of worth To the human race Dirty rotten whore He spits at me Through clenched teeth And rotten smile Full of delight I am the daughter Of a broken mirror Shattered Into silvery shards Reflecting bits and pieces Giving distorted reflection I am the girl Who sits and cries Hurt Unable to cope So I turn and become Just like him Wrotten Evil Stuck in a cycle Of hurt And be hurt Never ceasing angry chase Through memories In my mind From him maybe one day I'll be free But I'll always come home to nest I am the daughter Of sleepless nights Intoxicated fights Missed swings And crown

Rotten evil girl Bad to the core I've hated you since before You could understand what hate meant Ugly broken girl With hatred in your veins You deserve nothing more Than heart ache and pain I laugh as your wrists bleed Giggle at your failure Little girl oh can't you see How much you just don't mean to me Get out of here Out of MY house Just know you're not wanted Anywhere :)

Do you see it Mother The rain How it falls Droplets of water Free falling from the sky Throwing themselves from the heavens to be Part of the earth once more Small crystal dew Forming pools reflecting Grey dappled skies Blotches of light peering through Misted clouds Dancing through the air Filling the soil with moisture Letting the world be at peace for awhile Do you see it Or is it not so? Is the rain just another burden Harsh and unforgiving Small daggers hurling themselves at the Earths soft flesh Ripping Slapping mercilessly Into her warm body Mucking up roads Muddying the house Marching up the front yard Is it a repulsive sight to see mother? Something you barely want around until it's gone, Mother do you, Do you see the rain? Or is she another burden, Something you wish you could control, But never quite succeeding, Missing it only when it's been gone awhile, Never quite knowing why, But doing it anyway, Do you see it mother, Do you ...

What a lovely picture Smiling girl, Long brown hair, Soft as China silk, Deep walnut eyes, Full of light, Pale pink lips, Curved just up enough, To be seen as happy, You look straight at her, Yet you don't even see her, You don't see her as her people do, Wild, Fiery, Fierce, Independent, Warrior, Ivory teeth barred in a smile, Or a sneer, Fists busted and scarred, From fights that weren't her's, Knuckles of brass, Glinting light of past wounds, Thin lines of scars, Paler than her milky moon skin, Dotted in specks of things she'll never say, Memories she'll never repeat, Whether her hair wildly whips behind her, Thrown back by an open car window, Or drunkenly laughing, Her sound filling holes others didn't know they had, She loves those who don't deserve it, Defends those who do, She is her, Loving, Dangerous, And free And I doubt you'll ever really know.