  I was pushed and shoved, tattered and torn They didn't treat me well. I knew there was no use to fight, For I was small you see. And anyway there wasn't much fight left in me. When I was growing, becoming a girl And wanted to be liked, I always was the last one chose, standing far side to the right. I really didn't like the boys, they made such fun of me. I couldn't help my body's growth It was all too much for me. As far as high school, who could know the pain that I'd go through For now the boys they followed round, my breast they liked to see. I knew it didn't matter much What was left to do to me? As I matured as we all do, and traveled the bridal path, I didn't know that marriage was a place to use his wrath. I tried and tried and tried again to understand my faults. He said I made him do those things by simply adding salt? I went to therapy, I took my meds I talked in group you see, But no matter what I tried Life always tortured me. I finally left him in the spring As flowers tried to bloom I ended up all by myself in this tiny little room. I lay there thinking of my shrink and all that she had said, that I was the one who had to change or else I'd soon be dead. I thought of all the times I had cried myself to sleep; of pain, and rain, and aching ribs My God I'm in so deep. Years went by and answers came as often times they do, I fixed the parts of me I could, the rest I just said, " Screw" I got a job, I earned my way and came out way on top I opened windows yelled to trees "Oh yeah? I'll never stop!" My shrink and I deep in chat; She looked at me and smiled, "you know," she said," I think allot of all you have survived" I grinned at her, and shook my head "oh Hell no can't you see? "There's nothing left that they can do; nothing. not to me. "Well" she said, I must admit You finally have arrived." "Hell no" I said " Can't you see HONEY I HAVE THRIVED!!!" Original Poem Kathalise Martin Feb.2, 2000 Inspired by and written for Gentle Touch! |