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Through Green Eyes
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FAMILY / FRIENDS See my life…
Through your naive, blue eyes
You think it’s wonderful
I have parents, great people
More like strangers.
A clever, little sibling brother
Who wants to kill me.
But these simple things you see…
Aren’t at all what they seem
Through my green eyes
I’ve seen my brother
Be abused to the point of blood
And tears
Through green eyes…
I’ve seen my mother cry, alone at night
Thinking I’m asleep
Or I don’t hear her
Because my stepfather left
Again.
Through my eyes…
I’ve heard the harsh words of my stepfather
Calling my mom…
A whore, prostitute…. slut.
Bitch.
My green iris…
Has seen my brother pull a knife..
On himself, threatening suicide
On me. Attempting to murder his own
Sister. His flesh and blood.
These dulled, emerald eyes…
Have stared into the cold, blue ones of her mother
And gritted her teeth as she tells me I’m a
No-good, useless, little girl. A dreamer.
A bitch. A nuisance. A bother.
I’ve seen more in my life with these eyes
Than I care to share or wished to have seen
But it’s life
My life
Through green eyes.
Dee-chan,
Your poetry is beautiful in its sorrow, and I have to say that this poem hit me very hard. Know that I'm there, and that I love you, and having a pair of green eyes myself, that I can also see the beauty behind yours. I love you, Little Sister.
~Caity
O.K NOW WE NEED TO TALK NO MORE B.S. DEE