Biography of Angela Davis
I am an aspiring poet and author. I have written several poems that I will gradually add here. Any feed back is welcome, including constructive criticism.
Many of my poems are of the abuse. I am placing them in hopes of educating people to it's emotional effects. Too often people think of only the physical harm it causes. But often the emotional suffering inflicted by such things is far worse than the physical, and lasts much longer.
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Angela Davis Poems
For Every Woman
This is for every woman that cries herself to sleep that lies alone in bed at night that stays awake, unable to sleep
I reside in her heart yet I live alone in the shadowed past in the uncertain future
Who Am I
Who am I I don't know I know what I am, what labels others apply to me
Beginning A New Life
Beginning of a new life, Ending of the old Security found with another, Fear of loss
I went for a walk with my love down to an old vacant lot she took me littered, and broken up it made me sad,
For so long I buried and denied the anger that dwelt within for all the horrid deeds done to me that which I could not repress
Unseen I stand alone watching, waiting silently worshiping the goddess of my heart
When I think of how life used to be, how I always hid in the shadows, letting it obscure my existence. I look at everything you have given me:
You say that you love me, You say that you're here, You say that I'm not alone, That I don't have to be anymore...
I remember hiding, crying, cowering, screaming, begging God to end my life
Living With Pain
Tell me of pain, what you know of it. Is it to be feared, or guarded against like a tangible foe? Do you seek it, or merely accept it
I was a small child an outlet for my parents' rage, his vile, sickening lust and I fought
My dreams shattered in the tense stillness as endless threats and blows clothe my form My stomach flutters in familiar fear and I am ashamed of my weakness
I was always alone both body and soul People saw and turned away because I was nobody
Living With Pain
Tell me of pain, what you know of it.
Is it to be feared, or guarded against
like a tangible foe?
Do you seek it, or merely accept it
like an unavoidable opponent?
Is it to be welcomed, with open arms
as an enabling experience?
You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.
Pain… She was my first lover