Luaghter that Was Not Mine
I heard and hear luaghter
That is not mine.
Luaghter dont bolong with me
Only shit and sadness
And uncried tears.
These are the things that lie with me.
I was only 5
You and your mates all gathered around
All the others watched.
While you told me its a new game.
You told me I'd like it
When I didnt
I cried
I got a smack.
I tryed to struggle free
but you were to strong for me.
I had to float above.
I hear the luaghter to this day
You and your mates
Thought it was funny
What a grate luagh.
I wasnt luaghing
I was crying
The pain was intense.
I jhate you
I allways hear you
Hear you luagh.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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