All of it is haunted! The “air”, space and “beings” . Brutally They haunt my mind All over again! I can still smell it; The sadness, tears and “blood sweat” . The unbearable pain Of a childhood crashed, The weakness within my bones, The agony of feeling helpless and hopeless Is all crystal clear like…… Continue reading Haunted
She’s innocent She’s naive At times blind To the preying eyes That follow her movements! . “Little girl, run!!!” I think out loud “Little girl, hide” I scream out Little girl, Those preying eyes Will soon Become carnivorous; Stripping your mind Body and soul Run!!!! Susan McMillan
To stay When it hurt! Drowning at her mercy Not certain about my moves To either go or stay Not knowing if I was living Or dying where I was living Would leaving help me live or would it be a gamble into dying? I thought then… Her mercy was all I had To live…… Continue reading her mercy
Ma’am Sir , Yes you did; You With those hands Broke me! With those hands U Turned my smile Into a broken pose U Turned my heart Into burning coals U Turned my memories Into a broken record U Turned my home Into a lost memory. Ma’am Sir, Your hands Made me fight Your hands…… Continue reading Hands that broke me!
“You gotta pose” They would demand “Smile big” “Say cheers” Imitating the sunlight; To camouflage the dark cloud That covered the “family” That family photograph I so resented! Flawless we appeared; Filthy we were indeed Fearless I posed; Fearful I was living Innocent our smiles made us; The innocence I never knew That pose That…… Continue reading Family photograph!
Draw me; Draw only what I reveal Draw not my scarred heart See not my wrinkled past Dear pencil holder; Look not beyond my eyes Look not beyond the smile I present Ask not the lingering questions; Of the heart and soul Of the tears you see Of the pain you read Of the bitterness…… Continue reading Dear pencil holder,
For the last couple of months y’all have been reading my posts on abuse. I have hoped that pouring out my heart would help encourage others towards healing as well as create awareness for those that can protect helpless children who continue to be vulnerable at the hands of molesters. There has been pain beneath…… Continue reading “Audacity of Her” – Poetry Release