Damaged Poem by June FeirCruz
Damaged
I am trying to understand, my beautiful man
What makes you who you are.
When you are good, you are stellar
When you are bad, you are the worst.
What is your childhood trauma?
Who hurt you the most?
Did you have enough food to eat?
Were you nurtured and loved?
Why do words of vitriol escape from your lips?
Why are you so quick to condemn?
Why do you only see the negativity?
Why can't you see the good in me?
I try not to react to save my sanity
But even when it doesn't hurt me, I still ask:
Why are you wired this way?
Is it arrogance or inferiority complex at it's worst?
7/26/09
11: 30 pm
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7/20/2025 7:14:35 PM # 1.0.0
What indeed is it that shapes the way we are? Is it nature or nuture, all in the genes or the result of our upbringing? We are complex beings, carrying the legacy of our past into our future and affecting those with whom we interact. Your poem observes this from very close quarters and voices eloquently the feelings that result. A powerful piece, thank you June.