Poem #26 by Bridget B

Life’s a mess. A forward spiraling staircase.

In this home that once felt good, now I only hate this place.

All alone in a room; its my head thats trapped me…but It’s dark and unsettling.

Nobody knows, what she is going through.

But let’s give her an interview and screw the review because all they see is a messed up kid.

They couldn’t last a day in her shoes.

Abusive emotions are her muse.

She paints poetry with her own tears and the crowd loves it and cheers.

The children inspired march in the streets singing songs of their own defeat.

And the tv crew sees their generation as a poetic notion.

But they go home and tell their babies not to cry.

Exemplify it, don’t deny it. You hate having to deal with someone who is affected by it.

Stigma and stereotyping hasn’t helped their tear wiping.


6 thoughts on “Poem #26 by Bridget B

  1. I agree with Alyssa, this is very beautiful and amazing Bridget, it holds a really powerful meaning. I love it! 🙂

  2. Mrs. Emery, i have a poem i would like to share. Am i allowed to share it in the comment section?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s