oh! what a childhood i had
broken homes and insecurity
fighting parents and unfriendly neigbourhood
as fragile as i was
a child brought into this wilderness
this wilderness man call life
filled with inequities and distress
day and night cold and fear engulf me
no hope for tommorrow
yet i strive to survive
oh! what a childhood i had
violently abused by divorce, separation death and fighting parents
raped of love and a happy home
as violence fear and loneliness engulf me
a child deprive of happiness i was
a victim of circumstances
in all, i could only watch the evil that unfold before my eyes
alone i was ,on a stormy sea
oh! what a childhood i had
a lonely child with many friends
also victims of circumstances
who care less of their fate
they fight and use violent languages
immitating what they've heard and seen
but yet i refuse to succumb to this
i planned my strategies with great faith
that future generation don't suffer the same fate
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Author:
Felicia (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2011 04:43
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Indeed, what a lifetime of a nightmarish childhood....wow. Oh, if your desire indeed might be granted that you offer a gentler future to the next generation,....and yet the entire world is crumbling. You expressed it plainly and 'tis poignant....a sober, bittersweet reflection...sweet in the cheerful hope to overcome.
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