Differant Hand

I cannot ever speak unless I am spoken to.

Take the risk of being beaten black and blue.

Violence is the normal for little people like me.

Everyday occurrence in this caring facility.

Very soon I will they will move me on again.

And I will still receive the same old violence,

Just it would be with a different person’s hand.

Nataiella (1972) Childho...

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The Angels watching Over Me Tonight.

Curled up in bed I cannot sleep tonight.

My eyes fixed on the little bit of light.

Hoping I don't hear creaking on the stairs.

And the light disappears and he is standing there.

I am praying he stays far out of sight.

I hope the angels are watching over me tonight.

Nataiella (1972) Childhood Memory and Event

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Am I The Culprit or Am I The Victim.

Is the glass half full or is it half empty.

Is there nothing or is there plenty.

Am I contented or am I hungry.

Am I at peace or am I angry.

Is the world happy or is the world sad.

All the people good or are the people bad.

Am I wanted or am I abandoned.

Am I believed or am I under suspicion.

Was I ever needed or was I ...

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Night Scented Stock

tick

unfamiliar room

in a strange bed

full of creaks

eyes heavy lidded

from restless sleep

shadows dance

in corners

at the edge

of your peering.

silence hisses

as the house groans

branches prise

at the window frame

scratching out

their insistent cravings

in regular tattoos

heartbeat racing

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