If my head was to
get chopped off my neck,
I would watch myself
falling all over.
Knocking ev’rything
and making a mess.
With my head in hand,
I would just look “off”.
People would pause to
curse and to shame me.
Bastards, can’t you see
I’m hurting intense?
My parents would not
let me in the house,
because they would have
placed fragile lamps on
ev’ry flat surface.
Bullies would come and
start playing soccer
with my ball-shaped head.
And, I’d just be glad
to be in the game.
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Author:
Phoenix (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Deciphering a dream: To finally find a place, while being quite flawed; even if it means being mistreated. Because, we've been conditioned to expect the worst... When one stays in an abusive relationship.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments7
My heads off to you. Nice one
+what kat said all true
Another wonderful poem Phoenix!
We can look at ourselves in the harshest way and not see how great we are. Nice job. 🙂 But, be in the game under your conditions. Bullies and people who label are weak. And, you are strong!
Had my fill of bullies
Through 5 decades
Good poem
Well done
Great poem! Remember bullies are weak but you are strong and courageous! I also agree with Kat. Great job!-Christina
Well written and expressed
Tallented as i rxpected great write.
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