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Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011
Then:
They bullied me,
Made me feel much smaller than what I really was,
Not knowing How to deal with pain I kept inside.
Woe is me
As I cried in grief
Staring at myself
Laying still
As I wish the minutes would be
But twos not
After:
They made me feel low.
Called me ugly
And stepped on every ounce of confidence I had stored.
Like thieving pirates searching for my sacred treasure,
They found my self-esteem and took from me.
The priest said a prayer and placed me to rest.
My friends and family all shed their tears.
Now:
I did it! I dealt with her.
Her blood falls on my hands,
But a problem she is to me no more.
They teased and bothered both her and me so much
That I came to a point where I killed myself
I have committed suicide.
The greatest act I have ever done.
I killed her low self-esteem,
Her below zero confidence
And her tradition of crying
But I live,
Proud of myself
And of who I am.
No longer obliged
To the comments they make of me
Or the opinions they have.
For I have committed suicide to her.
Note From author:
This piece of writing is dedicated to all of those who have survived
bullies, who have been teased, who have accepted themselves for
who they are, and learned to get rid of their low self esteem.
So Please keep on fighting!
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011
For so I am a woman
All fingers are pointing at me
All eyes are fixating on me
All verdicts are going against me
For what reason ever be
Who has the right?
Who has the right to think that way?
My question is yet to answer
~~``~~
For so I am a woman
It's like a stigma
I am viewed like a rotten apple
A libertine, thinking by many
For what so ever reason
Who has the right?
Who has the right to feel that way?
My question is yet to answer.
~~``~~
Indeed I am a woman
I am perturbed,
Prosecuted,
laughed at,
Damaged,
Minimized,
Pushed aside,
I long carry the world's burdens on my back.
~~``~~
For all I know
I am a woman
From Eve
Pass down the curse
Begins far, so far back
In the ancient epoch
Time of B.C.
When the pleasing to the eyes fruit got bitten
Then sins take nascence
I come to be the conniver
~~``~~
Alright I am a woman
Through childbirth
I hollow
I agonize
I encounter,
Pain beyond the word imagination
I pay my penance
Am I still a conniver?
~~``~~
He the superior of all lawyers
He makes all the laws
And he who has the right
To give all the rights;
Has already given me,
My rights
I am a woman
I am at my own free will.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 28 december 2011
We don't have time'
Time has us
Though I wish
Like
anyone else
To grab a hold of time
Just to mingle and dwell
Yet
the day passes so fast
That it's already tomorrow,
Still we beg and
plead for
Time to borrow
Still surprise on how the sun has gone'
Our shocked and amaze will never be done
Time is a comedian, first
fast then slow
Because on boring days the day will never go
So spend
time wisely if you must,
We don't have time'
Time has us
Patricia Etienne, 13 february 2012
On this foul terrain
Even the very light blowing wind
Bring the strongest man off balance
Go figure the heavy black boots predators
who spread torture by buckets.
They blow fire with burning pressure
and oppression with no measure;
attempting to meltdown those who are reluctant of their wrongdoings.
Like the no kindest, no heart Apocalypses' laws
Intimidation is ruled to win souls
Rejeanne's father underwent the knife of oppression
The tried to drain off his activist blood
Poor Rejeanne, she witnessed the entire reckless operation,
and when her father’s last breath went flatlining like a candle light.
Her mother escaped through the back wooden window
With little Rejeanne carried on her shoulder
Hours later she fled the country,
and left Rejeanne behind with her Grand-Mama.
Poor child has carried the cross of her time.
She felt short-changed to have lost her father,
and sort of abandoned by her mother.
She shed tears of broken memories;
especially, on father's day same for Mother's day.
Although, her Grand-Mama really tried to act as her parents,
but at times that didn't cut the drill.
She really needed someone to call Mom and Dad and she needed parenting love.
For Rejeanne, being a toddler and life without parents was very upheaval.
The many distressing dreams she always encountered,
Related to the traumatic event she has suffered.
Her nightmares content – the bogeymen in the black boots;
who were trying to break the door open.
Horrific dreams, that she often awoken with her heart pounding from fear.
Through many years Rejeanne spent each day of her life like a massive morn.
She grew into an anxious adult
Nonetheless compassionate...
Still with the long lasting emotional effects of traumatic experienced
© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 21 april 2012
It’s 6: 35 in the morning
I wake up sweat and breathless
Thoughts pounding my head
The ramblings of my brain
Wanting to come out live through ink
I slip my hand to look for you
Then, instead my hand touches
The folded sheet on the pillow
Damned you!
Damned you!
I slip my hands between my thighs
The early sun set hit my eyes
Through the thin curtain window
Allow my eyes to close
The memory of the beautiful night
Shivers my body, then I get angry
Hear my heart cry
God of misericord
Why must it always have to be this way?
Like a hit and run situation
Like a Doctor’s visit
You come and treat my pain
And then hit the road
Never once have the chance
To wake up cuddle in your arms.
To cry our joys of the night passé
To gaze into each other’s eyes
Share a good morning kiss
Or drink a morning coffee together
Never mind!
O’ ma tête me fait mal
C'est comme une piqûre d`aiguille
ça me fait si mal, si mal
Dans ma tête...
I try to think of something else
Still my thoughts want to
Transcribe on paper and
Here is my endless story (…)
Patricia Etienne
Patricia Etienne, 21 february 2012
It hurts to feel
When you have a dream
A very funny dream
That is bigger than your thoughts
Than what you can take on
When illusion rises
You feel to take the world by storms
Then limitation stands in your way.
If only she could, she would
She would find a way to defy
What is appeared to be
The scourge of our time
The irrational thing
The forbidden flea
That literally sucks life
And supplies darkness in return
If only she could, she would
She would destroy by rage
This funny pioneer wants to be
The gloom and doom insect
With the ultimate intention
To destroy man kind
With no exception
Nonetheless, she is so very heartbroken
When realize this demon is at its will power
Nobody has yet to come close to its match
In fact she finds it to be so very difficult
To even finding words of motivation
To alleviate its victims' souls
Knowing half of the time
It's just...
But when she looks on the bright side
She takes a very deep breath
Hopeful breath!
Knowing, that we are human, the biggest species among all!
The celestial gift given to us
We will not be defeated by cancer
The dubious insect
The supreme victory is to us!
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 22 january 2013
Oh great wisdom Sage of wondrous time
Shine up your great eyes on the women of India as they have been under difficulties
Their land has no place to free and their voice has no strength to cry for mercy
Each day is a struggle like a challenge for a limb to climb up mountains
For you Great Sage, stood against the great Sanhedrin's practices
Your revolutionary actions, had delivered the ultimate chance, and fair choices
That brought by far, women's and children's rights.
Like Mary-Magdalena became sin-free
The Samaritan woman spread the gospel of salvation
The crippled woman who first took steps inside the synagogue
for you broke down the hall of patriarch superiority
your affirmation on behalf of women, had brought The Pharisees to humiliation and shamed
Oh Great Master-avatar!
Why in India a woman is raped every twenty minutes?
Why such adversities on those women ?
Why tears take the place of their glowing eyes?
why sadness takes constant notes in their hearts?
Why such malevolent at large?
If follow your theory by turning the other cheek to the aggressor.
It won't be much hope and
MeditaTION wouldn't be the answer either
For those Indian women cry “Great St. Essa”
You sacrificed to create peace and gender equality.
Let the bell tolls and said “Beware, Brute-Men leave the site of those women for they are sacred and loved!”
Let those unleashed rapist be refrained to normal type of behavior
For legacy of justice reigns, and the fallen souls shall depart in peace.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 30 december 2011
*********
Shall we not
Go on through everyday
Bickering
Yapping
For reasons
I've cometh to believe
That are untitled
*********
For I'm ceased
Not to conflict I rest
Dickering
Brightening
Best way
To lay the cards
Full house of aces.
*********
Where I stand
In the flamingo flock
Fluttering
Tingling
My heart
Whisper but love
Please read between the lines.
*********
Why portray
Like a beast with no heart?
Puncturing
Frightening
A pity soul
Who looking for nothing but
A fragment of your attention.
*********
Why portray
The devil like you are?
Crumbling
Sinking
One's heart
Upon my pain
I wish but to rid of
This crazy love.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 26 december 2011
~~1~~
Down and under
Below black skies
Heavy clouds follow
As though with legs
Clomping the air road
Striving to escape as always try
But…
Down and under
Rain water burns
~~2~~
Down and under
Where light is gloomed
Each step forward
Is found to go backward
Exhale a heavy cry
Who's there to hear
Only…
the voice echoing
The woods to sink down deeper
~~3~~
Down and under
Shoulders shrug down
Sleepy eyes unable to open
Within the four walls
Darkness is glorified
Light becomes the intimate enemy
Only…
Sweet taste commands the stomach walls
Marriage is made with the fluffy blanket
~~4~~
Down and under
Does not rhyme with shine
Snow cascade from skies to heart
Unable to reason or to smile
Tearful eyes relieve pain
Feelings of worthless invade soul
Now…
Suicidal thoughts take over Grim's weapon
Deep feet under makes the last move
Note from Author:
Depression is a serious disease. Allow yourself to see the symptoms and be proactive
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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Patricia Etienne, 5 january 2012
They clap and clap till their hands grow tired
Sing with high tone till their voices worn out
For leaders of untruth words
They cast their votes with the wish that change will be
Once tasted the cushion chaise
The rhythm of the drum alter to a cymbal tone
The dance steps are followed together as one
By far all promises climb up the tree
Poor souls of this Island
Have been waiting for a perpetual new ray of sun light
All leaders voted as a motive for their voices
Turn out to betray and shatter their hearts
Cruel, hatred of unknown kindness
Trample on the conscience of devoted electors
Deliver false illusion
To a nation that is moaning for hope
To all are rip-off their fair rights
The wrong and the bad are at large
What fair can be drawn out of madness?
No cure for this island soul.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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