This would be a first for me as I haven’t posted a poem that isn’t mine, but I was floored when I read this poem. This very talented young lady has been through what would be an insurmountable amount of tragedy for most and has been able to pull from it to create this work of art. I hope as I post it here that you are as astounded as I was upon reading it. It seemed an injustice not to share it with the world.
Woman of the Future
I am a child,
I am all the things of my past,
I am the abuse my father gave me
I am the death of my cousins,
I am the bullet from the gun that killed my brother.
I am all I see, I am the vision of
I am the vision of tangible spirits,
Things I like, things I don’t.
I am all I hear,
The loud smash of my Dad, hitting anything he can,
glasses breaking as my mother fears for her safety.
I am all I feel and taste,
The impact of my father hand,
The blood in my mouth when he’s hit me too hard.
And all I remember,
The warmth and love in my brother’s arms,
The pain and agony when he died alone,
The tears in my eyes when I left my life long home.
I am all I have been taught,
Don’t cry as a baby or the consequence could hurt,
Don’t talk back to your father, the bruise is embarrassing,
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t swear,
Rebel with a cause is the reputation I wear.
I am all I think,
I hate my family except for my brothers,
One of whom is dead and the other’s not mine.
I am all of those things,
But I’ll grow out of them soon,
Forget all the hurt,
I am the woman of the future.