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My Story

by taking off the mask (writer), Los Angeles, March 27, 2010

Credit: me
sometimes details like leaves can ruin a beautiful image...it's sometimes better to leave them out

A poem about me... my life...people always misunderstand my poetry and think it's about me...but this one is about me...and explains why you may never read a poem which is about my life

You ask for pain

real pain

you want me to open my wounds

and show you my scars

but that would be rewinding

to the very start

19 almost 20 years ago

when my mom pushed me out

thats when my roller coaster life began

but can you handle

the twists and turns

all the broken bones

every shout

each tear

everything I went through

year after year

how things got so bad

and how people turned out

all the bruises

the touching

a penny for one of my thoughts?

you'd go broke

and the way I spent my time

the lies that were told

considering the fact

my family lacks the knowledge who I am

in fact not to many people know

because I am so well masked

you can ask what you'd like

but the puzzle won't be complete

because my 2 small feet

have been through so many dark alleys

walked on broken glass

and my blue eyes have seen so much crime

and my corrupted ears have literally heard it all

there is barely any story you can tell me

and I've heard one just like it

first hand

I've met so many people

held so many hands

brushed away hundreds of tears

from people who were used

abused

cut

been in gangs

raped

prostituted themselves

stole

went to prison

sold drugs

did drugs

the list goes on and on

people tell me their story

but no one knows mine

from start to finish

except G-D

he knows every dirty details

saw past all my lies

knows the pain that hides behind my eyes

he understands I still have a soul somewhere inside

even when people say I gave into the devil

it's not true

I am still that little girl inside

I have innocence dwelling within me

but people are always quick to judge me

I guess it's a good thing not to many people

know what I do

and to whom I speak to

when I'm lying

and where I've been

I'd tell you my story

with all the details

but I'll spare you

and keep it inside

like I always do

maybe I'm scared

to go to jail

afraid to burn

for you to see the ugly me

to open up my mouth

and let you see what lives inside me

so no I won't tell you

my secrets

what I've done

I'll write and just pretend

I'm someone else

let you connect to a person I invent

but even then

if you look close

you can see

my name written all over

her or his forehead

my story and pain is hidden in theirs

my untold story is really theirs

sure the facts are wrong and the information misleading

but the rest is about me

and the train ride

I call my life



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By Lady D on March 27, 2010 at 11:29 pm

It is all a ride.We made it all up. Finding better thoughts is all we can do.

This has been the point of life through out the ages. When the student is ready the teacher will come. Real teachers don't want disiples, because it is all exploration. Enjoy the ride, you can't get it wrong

Learning to love ourselves just as we are. Society would like us all to fit in a box.

I am just learning to trust myself.

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By ranfuchs on March 30, 2010 at 07:19 pm

Moving, touching, and powerful. I read it over and again. Addictive

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By PATRICK PETION on April 18, 2010 at 05:57 pm

it is easy to judge without knowing the detail, I am sorry for judging your last writting before I learn more about you. know I have a better undestanding of whom you are. deeply sorry, but look you have it inside of you to change everything. you are so strong.

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By PATRICK PETION on April 18, 2010 at 06:02 pm

it not clear, what I mean is : you can change everything, you have the power withing to change and become what ever you want. I feel your story, because I heard it so many time. so many beautiful and innocent face. it funny what life can make of us.

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By SZU on July 23, 2010 at 07:43 am

I can feel your pain. That's how successful this poem is!

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By SZU on July 23, 2010 at 07:43 am

I can feel your pain. That's how successful this poem is!

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By SZU on July 23, 2010 at 07:43 am

I can feel your pain. That's how successful this poem is!

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By taking off the mask on April 07, 2011 at 05:22 pm

thanks everyone for the lovely comments :)

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