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TEENAGER

by jamliq 

Posted: 16 August 2004
Word Count: 459


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My mama’s an addict,
my little brothers’ a faggot,
my 12 year old sister is pregnant with a bastard.
My uncle is doin’ 25 to life in a cage,
murdered my aunt cuz she gave him Aids.
My best friend was raped by a man she met on-line,
and just last week,
she committed suicide.
My parents and teachers can’t reach me,
I feel so alone,
Protective services wanna put me in a foster home.
Sometimes I feel so fucked up inside,
I start cuttin’ myself with knives,
so I know I’m still alive.
I wanna fly far, far away from here,
there’s gotta be somewhere much better than here.
But this is my life,
my reality,
every where I turn,
misery follows me.
In my own home,
I feel like a stranger,
I hate my fuckin’ life as a teenager.



people ask me,
“Why do you hate your mother?”
After I was born,
that bitch left me in a dumpster.
I wish she would of never had me,
I heard rumors my grandfather is my daddy.
I’m the product of a one-night stand,
two sloppy drunks fuckin’ in the back of a van.
Now do you understand why I am what I am?
I don’t want yo’ fuckin’ sympathy,
I just want you to listen to me!!
There’s millions of children who look, think and feel like me,
and we all live in your fuckin’ communities.
We don’t understand why our parents don’t love us,
I guess that’s just the way it is,
that’s why you see so many of them murderin’ they kids.
For once in your life,
try to relate to my pain,
we all came from the same womb that birthed andrea yates.
My soul is composed of both beauty and anger,
I just hate my life as a teenager!!

Okay...I’m sorry,
sometimes I just lose control,
there’s still so much about me you don’t even know.
Now I never told nobody this,
but my other little brother didn’t die of sids.
My mama found him lyin’ dead in his crib,
and nobody even suspected what I did.
This tramp down the street came over,
and we were tryin’ to fuck,
but that little muthafucka wouldn’t shut the fuck up!
He kept whinin’ and yellin,
then he started screamin’,
so I put a pillow over his face until he stopped breathin’.
It’s like I blacked out,
I went back over to the couch,
fucked her and told her to get out.
But before I went to sleep,
I gave him a kiss on the cheek,
I bet this will teach my mama to hug me.
I bet now me and my mama won’t act like strangers.
the things you do to be loved as teenager.






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roovacrag at 22:07 on 16 August 2004  Report this post
Jamliq..Wow.welcome to WW.
very strong piece here and from the heart. I can feel the pain,suffering,and the strength that you portray.

You have done this as a poem, would like to see it as more.

Whether fiction or if its true.. non fiction.
It's well written and I enjoyed reading it,even though it is sad.

You have a good way with words,use them fully. Hope you join WW as I would like to read more of your work.

Like to see this as start of a novel,make good reading.

Well done.

xx Alice

Hamburger Yogi & PBW at 08:54 on 26 August 2004  Report this post
Hi Jamliq,

Just read your piece.

It seemed like a rap rythm but if you count the beats, they don't all fit.

Have you ever read anything in autobiographical fiction by Jean Genet? He seems to be related to what you are saying. I particularly liked his 'The Thief's Journal'.

Also - not so connected maybe - Allen Ginsberg's 'Howl' seems historically affiliated with your statement. I also think of William
Burroughs's 'Drugstore Cowboy'.

Hamburger Yogi


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