Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Social Awareness Poem 2
The Pain
The pain will never go away
The bruises are now here to stay
The hurt you have inflicted on me
burns in me everyday
You vicious beast oh you must pay
My heart and soul won't fell the same
You yell
I quiver
You grab
I squeal
You slap
I cry
You beat
And there
on the floor
Is where i lie
You stop and stare
But I'm deep in fear
for more will come
for me to bear
I await u next move
Just lieing there
You walk away
And all i can do i stare
My body so soreful
Throbbing in pain
And I know I will go through this another day
tTHIS PEOM IS BASED ON ABUSE OF MANY PEOPLE. CHILDERN, AND WOMEN, AGAAINST GAYS FOR HOW THEY ARE AND MANY MORE THINGS. THIS IS AN ISSUE THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED OR SOMEONE SHOULD HELP THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ABUSED TO COME OUT AND SPEAK THE TRUTH
The pain will never go away
The bruises are now here to stay
The hurt you have inflicted on me
burns in me everyday
You vicious beast oh you must pay
My heart and soul won't fell the same
You yell
I quiver
You grab
I squeal
You slap
I cry
You beat
And there
on the floor
Is where i lie
You stop and stare
But I'm deep in fear
for more will come
for me to bear
I await u next move
Just lieing there
You walk away
And all i can do i stare
My body so soreful
Throbbing in pain
And I know I will go through this another day
tTHIS PEOM IS BASED ON ABUSE OF MANY PEOPLE. CHILDERN, AND WOMEN, AGAAINST GAYS FOR HOW THEY ARE AND MANY MORE THINGS. THIS IS AN ISSUE THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED OR SOMEONE SHOULD HELP THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN ABUSED TO COME OUT AND SPEAK THE TRUTH
Social Awareness Poem
For What I Have Lost
By kayla newman
No roof above our heads,
No bed that we can rest on,
No money in our pockets,
No kitchen that i can cook in,
No food for me to cook,
No comfort, safety and warmth
We once had these things
That a family shall have
But not that's all forgotten
And way back in the past
But all we have now
Is each other and our love
For I have no pity
My sorrow will improve my strength
And maybe one day we won't be homeless again.
WELL THIS POEM IS ABOUT A SOCAIL ISSUE WE HAVE IN THIS WORLD WHICH IS HOMELESSNESS
By kayla newman
No roof above our heads,
No bed that we can rest on,
No money in our pockets,
No kitchen that i can cook in,
No food for me to cook,
No comfort, safety and warmth
We once had these things
That a family shall have
But not that's all forgotten
And way back in the past
But all we have now
Is each other and our love
For I have no pity
My sorrow will improve my strength
And maybe one day we won't be homeless again.
WELL THIS POEM IS ABOUT A SOCAIL ISSUE WE HAVE IN THIS WORLD WHICH IS HOMELESSNESS
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