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Array ( [sid] => 127581 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Is This What You Think? [time] => 2006-10-29 21:14:55 [hometext] => The true impact of distorted perception... [bodytext] => Child number one,
He’s a good son.
Baby number two,
A fine boy through and through.
Child number three,
Marks the death of me.

A red ‘x’ on her head
Tells me to hate her instead.
Etched on her arm is her vulgar nickname,
As with such words, I shake her crude frame.

Stomp and yell,
Hatred has never been so swell.
Be my scapegoat, evil child,
Be my reason to hate what is mild.

An old tradition says that a girl is a slave,
Thus I treat her so, but all she does is rant and rave.
I make her a demon and torture her soul
Until she is no longer human; her mind no longer whole.

Beat her down and make her submit,
Knowing full well I’m the devil of it.
Days upon years, she begs of me why,
There is no justification for a life such a lie.

Shut up, I respond, but please make me yell,
Entice me so that I may fabricate your hell.
Purge me of this evil as it goes into you,
Then I’ll be a good man, and it will ring true. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Chamaron [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )

Is This What You Think?

Contributed by Chamaron on Sunday, 29th October 2006 @ 09:14:55 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

Child number one,
He’s a good son.
Baby number two,
A fine boy through and through.
Child number three,
Marks the death of me.

A red ‘x’ on her head
Tells me to hate her instead.
Etched on her arm is her vulgar nickname,
As with such words, I shake her crude frame.

Stomp and yell,
Hatred has never been so swell.
Be my scapegoat, evil child,
Be my reason to hate what is mild.

An old tradition says that a girl is a slave,
Thus I treat her so, but all she does is rant and rave.
I make her a demon and torture her soul
Until she is no longer human; her mind no longer whole.

Beat her down and make her submit,
Knowing full well I’m the devil of it.
Days upon years, she begs of me why,
There is no justification for a life such a lie.

Shut up, I respond, but please make me yell,
Entice me so that I may fabricate your hell.
Purge me of this evil as it goes into you,
Then I’ll be a good man, and it will ring true.

Copyright Â© Chamaron ... [ 2006-10-29 21:14:55]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Is This What You Think? (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 29th October 2006 @ 11:31:01 PM AEST
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I felt this write. Intense is not a good word to use though Im really at a loss of words.

The vivid detail in this almost made me shiver.

Michelle

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