You can call me out
You can yell and shout
You can hit or throw things
Venting your anger on me
You can curse at me
And call me things I'm not
But I won't let you see the tears
You will never have me caught
I watch as you drink
I sit from afar
Being sure to not bother you
So my skin you won't scar
But you scar it anyway
beat and thrash it
I have a tough life
But others have more to put up with
So I try not to bitch
I know it wouldn't be right
So I'll take another beating
And pray to God I survive the night
The next day approaches
And I wake with a scream
My uncle lies on the floor dead
As my brother goes with the police
He saved me
He set me free
He risked his life
Just so I can live without strife
To this day it confuses me
I still visit him in jail
But they have him on death row
With no pardon or option of bail
I go to execution
I sit and promise myself not to cry
But as I see him hit the floor
I cover my face and just ask "why?"
I lay down next to his grave
The hero that took my pain
He was always there by me
You will never take him away.
A contest entry
- poetry contest, the best poems you ever written by bedovich.
350 points, ended April 29, 2007, 24 entries
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Aww...that's so sad. It does seem unfair. Couldn't he have claimed self defense, though?
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They took it as assault. My brother didn't exactly go with them easily. It took 6 officers to pull him of my uncle (my uncle was already dead within a couple hits) but yea, and then my idiot of a brother turned around and started hitting the police... but not a day goes by that I don't wonder did he get what he deserved...I mean he was just trying to save me...
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i know how u feel but ur kind of lucky someone saved u
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I likes
It's very well written little one
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thnx.
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yupi
new entry a new poem a great poem good lucks loooks like i have a long night to decide hehe
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lol thx.
~Hinata
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