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Voicelessness and Emotional Survival => Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board => Topic started by: Lupita on March 21, 2008, 08:17:03 AM

Title: My poem
Post by: Lupita on March 21, 2008, 08:17:03 AM
This is  poem that I wrote. If you can imrpove it with out changing the esscence of it I would be very grateful.

I know that Izzi is very good with it as well as Hopalong.

But I will accept help ffrom anybody who is willing to help.

As you know English is my second language and I write poems in Spanish but I want to try in English so I can share them with you my friends.

Thank you.


As a child of an N parent, you grow up so confused!

No idea on what is wrong and wright.

 When your mother says something
 and later says that she never said it,

 You grow up so cinfused, you grow up so confused
 when your mother takes your things
 and says that you must have forgotten them somewhere else,
 
When your mother takes things from your house
 and then tells you
 "Do you remember when you gave me this as a gift?"
 You grow up so confused, you grow up so confused.

When your mother blames you for almost about everything that happens around
 the family,
 
When your mother accuses you of things you have never done,
 you grow up so confused, you grow up so confused.

You grow up blind and deaf, producing sounds not recognized by others because
 you do not know how to produce the regular sounds
 that others normally produce.
You grow up so confused, you grow up so confused.
 
 
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Title: Re: My poem
Post by: Ami on March 21, 2008, 08:48:15 AM
That ia a very realistic assessment of the N mother, Lupita. I would be so happy if I could master Spanish like you have mastered English. It is a dream of mine.
 You are right about the NM.
                                                                                       Ami
 
Title: Re: My poem
Post by: Lupita on March 21, 2008, 09:25:08 AM
Thank you Ami, God bless you. You have a very kind heart.

Hope that you are feeling better. It will take the rest of your life to feel well, but better a little, you might be feeling a little better.

God bless you.
Title: Re: My poem
Post by: Leah on March 21, 2008, 11:01:28 AM

I love your apt and insightful poem Lupita, just as it is, written for your heart and life experience.

Thank you for sharing it with us here.

Spoke volumes regarding my mother.

Love, Leah
Title: Re: My poem
Post by: Lupita on March 21, 2008, 12:46:37 PM
Thank you Lea, Thank you again for your kind words. You are a good supporter of everybody here. You are an asset for this board. I always know that I will have a nice response from you.

God bless you.