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Lauren Elizabeth

Updated: Tue, 2 May 2017 10:00 pm

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Biography

I'm a college student who studies social work. Poetry has become an outlet for me through my struggles and challenges, and will continue to let my voice be heard. My voice is not only for myself, but for the voiceless and individuals who have lost their power in their lives somehow.

Samples

As I lay there looking at the ceiling I hoped that you would remember I was a person. I tried willing the words to come out of the back of my throat. But I was frozen and felt my vocal cords fail. At that moment I saw the determination in your face, There was no stopping you. You pushed me down, grabbing me in so many places, You flipped me like a rag doll to recklessly pound out my soul. I remember every word, every breath from that night and the nights before then too. I’m haunted by the thoughts of your dominance. Your persona charms so many, I don’t understand how they’re so blind. How they don’t see the possessive, insecure person that you are. They say to forgive you, and they say to forget the past, But how can one move on, when something was stolen from them time and time again? I still feel empty, I still feel incomplete without the part of myself that you snatched from me. I am a walking dead girl. For months I have wondered what your every move was, so I could stray away from you And then I heard about her. I heard how happy you were. And it was a relief to know your mind was distracted. I heard then how scared she was, and I realized you hadn’t changed. I felt so guilty. What if I would have stayed with you? She would be okay. She wouldn’t get herself ripped apart to satisfy you. Why couldn’t I keep you, so you wouldn’t hurt others? I was already demolished because of you, I was the perfect victim for you. She was bright and new, just as I was about life before you. And now you were going to steal that from her. I could have saved her. Time passed by after you left me, like the tide rising slowly to the shore. And I remembered when I let the tide take me out when I was with you, I let the water draw me in. The water took me deep into the ocean of you. I didn't swim then, I was a victim to the waves. But as time went on, I learned to do backstrokes and front strokes, and even how to dive so I could dodge the waves as they came. And I grew stronger, I fought. I still fight today. I can only hope she learns to swim too. I can only hope that you learn how stealing someone’s power is not okay. One thing that I do know however, Is that even though you stole the word “no” from me time and time again, I will only rise because I won’t let you in again. And a life without you, is a life worth living.

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