Ok this is a poem i wrote bout somthing that happened a long time ago to me ... (LONG TIME AGO) but it still effects me so i wrote about it ... i like consrtuctive criticism and what not so dont be scared to tell me it sx .. the clod part is symbolic ... if ya got questions ... ASK ME
My Lasting Memory of Your Demise
One cloudy day,
When I was just in first grade,
I thought I was ready to face a normal day.
I had my backpack, my lunchbox of baby blue.
I had my scissors, my folder, my Elmer\'s glue,
And the excuse my mother gave me for my black and blue.
Walking into school, my smile reaches from ear to ear.
I was so happy I for got all my fears.
A sound of childrenâ??s laughter was all I can hear.
A perfect day of learning and fun!
I remember the race at recess that I won,
But soon enough the day was done...
My teacher came around and started to seek,
To give us our spelling test, the ones we took last week.
I saw I got one wrong, and in an instant my tears started to leak.
My teacher came beside me
And asked me why I have tears.
I showed her my paper and explained to her my fears.
I told her my mother hits me when I go home.
I told her she hits me when I have done wrong.
I told her that she gives me lines to say, when my bruises don\'t go away.
\"Don\'t worry; I\'ll talk to your mother,
She wonâ??t even bother,
Don\'t worry things will be better.â??
When the clock struck three, to the car I walked,
And told my mother my teacher wanted to talk.
I waited in the car that was unlocked.
My Mother got back in the car and I thought things would get better,
But all I saw was her eyes getting redder and redder.
I started to cry, looked out the window ... and noticed the weather.
The clouds gray and dark, too scared to let out any rain,
But the lighting pushed the cloud closer to the ground.
The cloud refused to let out rain but quickly let out thunder.
The cloud was all alone with no help at all.
The lighting lashed though the cloud and the thunder grew louder.
Unable to hold in her rain, the cloud let put a huge storm.
Soon enough the lighting left.
\"Don\'t call me your mother; I dont love you so don\'t talk to me at all.\"
She let go of me and then
I fall.
Cut up skin, bruised up bone,
Fall asleep all alone
One drop of blood, one tear snaking down.
Waking up alone but on time,
Memorize my new lies.
My lasting memory of your demise.
March in to school, but this time no laughter, instead silence.
My teacher screamed â??****, What has happened to you head\"
\"I fell down\" was all that I said.
