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  • Freedom

    I was born and then I grew up
    I was daddy's little girl
    The favorite, spoilt, loved, picky, a princess.

    I did what I wanted,
    When I wanted
    I swore, fought, loved, worked, drank like a demon

    I met a man and I thought
    This is the one I want
    This one and no other.

    I married him and then the real education began.
    I was never good enough, never strong enough, never good enough.
    I did things for him that I am ashamed to admit to and I allowed things to happen that no one, no one should see, witness or hear.
    I did not know that this man could twist me, that he could hurt me, that he could beat me, almost kill me and I still stayed.

    When that U.S. Marshall came to my door and said, I don't know why you stay. I didn't know what to say. When he went to prison and my sisters said let him go, I still hung on. I clung to him and kept him with me, every day, every hour, every minute was me breathing to be with him, to be near him, to hear only him.

    I don't know what happened, it's like a light went out of me,
    It's like I couldn't see myself,
    It's like the mirrors were cloudy,
    It's like the sun did not shine
    I could not see myself.

    I awoke and I heard someone call me beautiful and I felt guilty.
    I heard this man call me shy, and I stopped and listened.
    I heard him say you are a princess, I'll treat you like one.
    I will leave you, but every time I come back it's because I want to be near you and I smiled.

    I blinked and I could feel the sun on my shoulders.
    I could hear my sisters talking to me.
    I could call my mom and go see her.
    I could look at my kids and be relieved that they still love me.

    I hate what I have done. But it's over. I cannot go back. I will not go back. But what is the price of freedom?
    sigpic This is how I dance when your standing next to me...

    "Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Dogs of War..."

  • #2
    That is sad. I don't understand why would your sisters sided with your husband on letting him go.

    You are a victim of domestic violence. It is wrong for your husband to do that to you and your children.

    You sound like you are writing a poem about "Freedom" as a woman who were abused by controlling husband. It is also letting us know that women all over the world are seeking "Freedom", too. They were being abuse by men who have no respect and compassion as women were second class and have no "rights". Life is very difficult for women and girls. This is a sad poem.
    Gegiibishedjig (Deaf Person)


    • #3
      Well, I'm not really good at poetry. It's supposed to make you think. Not about me, but what's going to happen after. Do you really think he is going to let her go? Is she strong enough to stand up and let him go? What if she is and he won't? What happens then? Maybe it's unfinished. I'm not sure.

      And really, what is the whole thing about meeting another guy and finally having the nerve to let the first one go? I mean
      sigpic This is how I dance when your standing next to me...

      "Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Dogs of War..."


      • #4
        Don't ever look back ! Keep forging ahead ! No regrets......well some , but don't let that slow you down !I got divorced after 34 years !Lost everything I worked for all my life , including my kids ! I have a few regrets , but I'm re-married now and happy ! Have been for almost 5 years and I'm not looking back.If they don't like it , TOUGH ! It's my life and they can choose to be a part or not.They have to live with their choices and I live with mine.
        I believe blood quantums are the governments way to breed us out of existance !

        They say blood is thicker than water ! Now maple syrup is thicker than blood , so are pancakes more important than family ?

        There are "Elders" and there are "Olders". Being the second one doesn't make the first one true !

        Somebody is out there somewhere, thinking of you and the impact you made in their life.
        It's not me....I think you're an idiot !


        There's a chance you might not like me ,

        but there's a bigger

        chance I won't care


        • #5
          We have taught our children that it takes trust, respect, dignity, friendship, honour and that undefinable bit to have true love,
          without these core ingredients, love is no more or never was.

          Violence in any form destroys these. it's time to move on.

          Good Poem btw.



          • #6
            Poetry is life in print. And you did a good job with this one. This poem shows how strong and beautiful you are.


            • #7
              That was really a good poem good job!!


              • #8
                Very heart-felt. Enjoyed it. Keep up the good work!


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