Free flowing stream of consciousness poetry TW
I hate the “you,see…”
In a poem or short story
As if the writer has brought you to this
“You see, the girl was me.”
“You see, it was all meant to be.”
“You see, it wasn’t real.It was a fantasy.”
As if the reader had no clue
Through the entire story
That this grand finale
Would be in all it’s glory.
It’s just a line
Especially in stories of abuse.
Because THEY DON’T SEE!
You’ve not shocked them with
Some reveal of truth.
Why not start “I was raped”
And shout that from the roof!
Not last sentence as some sort of
I mean really
It’s pathetic “You see…”
Nobody reading will really SEE ME
This isn’t a screen play
You aren’t an actor in a movie.
No one will call:
So lets stop the play on words
And leaving the big splash
For the last.
I am no character in your book.
Lost in the dark wood
No little red riding hood.
“You see…” grandma is really the wolf.
What I’m saying here is
Let’s not wait
Until it is too late
To teach a lesson
Make a statement in your first words
For all of our voices that went unheard
Tell all of the little boys and little girls
There really are monsters in this world
Don’t make them wait till the end
Give them a fighting chance
Let’s try again.