Short Story About Pain Not A Poem...(This Is Why I Love My Parents So Much) Comments
The early morning hours, she sat in the darkness, afraid to move, afraid to breath, as she listened to the sounds of life outside her door, she had grown accustomed to the sounds of two voices she had grown to hate and despise as they came closer to her room, in their mother tongue she could hear them argue as the wife reassured her husband, that her family and parents would not wake at this time, she was use to their broken pigeon English were they would speak in mother tongue then change to English, she stiffened with fear as the handle to the door slowly moved to open the door.
She saw her aunty first as she nodded her to move and follow her out the door, she could only nod in silence as she moved forward like a zombie towards the hell she knew she would go through, her aunt shrugged her shoulders as she watched her niece move, as she thought to herself, ‘the child has no idea how beautiful she is, HA she shall soon see what I see, an ugly world that will kill her soul…and make her putty in our hands, she giggled to herself as the child followed behind her.
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8/25/2025 1:02:41 PM # 1.0.0
Such evil is almost unfathomable Kaila, and yet we all know it happens. I wrote my poem 'You Know Who You Are! ' after taking in a fourteen year old girl for several months, who, after her mother had stolen some money from her boyfriend of 5 years, was kidnapped by her mother's boyfriend from her grandparents home at gunpoint by the boyfriend and a friend. The enraged boyfriend then raped her and when the police found him, used her as a human shield with a knife at her throat (it turned out that his gun only had blanks in it) , until a police marksman put a bullet through his head, showering the young girl with blood and exploded brain material. I wonder if this intelligent, beautiful young girl will ever recover but the state has finally taken her away from the divorced parents who certainly contributed to this sad situation. There is plenty of guilt to go around. It seems likely she was abused even before this. She now at least has some discipline, counseling, and tough love in her life that I pray will help her someday reach the place where you are now. You are a surviver Kaila, a poet, and a beautiful woman. Congratulations on realizing that the shame is not yours, on sharing your story, and on owning your true friends on PoemHunter. God's Blessing and Peace be on you in the days to come.