Daddy’s Little Girl

The little girl stares out of the window….
Her bedroom was a place where she can dream in colors….
As her parents argue in the background, she covers her ears, because of the sound….
Troubled girl, how young she might be…
Her smile shines so brightly….
Her behavior exudes much confidence…
In her days that was well spent….

Everyday goes by and she still hears yelling…
As her mother slaps her father’s face, that was her true calling….
She yells “stop!” but her voice was too deafening….
The words in her mouth, the parents did not dare to listen….
Tears forming in her eyes as they were covered….
She knew her father would go to his new lover….
She pleads “daddy don’t go!” as she grips his legs and fell to the floor…
He kisses her forehead and tells her she will always be daddy’s little girl……
After, he grabs his suitcase and closes the frontdoor…
Her tears become an ocean of water beneath her and she felt her heart tore….
Her glistening eyes turned to the window and realize that daddys not with her anymore….
The sound of her mother crying….
Felt like she was dying….
Although it pains her to know her daddy left; the sympathy towards her mother crept..
Eyes so innocent sneaked into the bedroom…
Walked to her mother with posture so gloom.. .
Her little hands around her mother’s waist
Made her feel warm and safe
She could smell her mothers scent…
As her mother wiped tears away while her head was bent….
“Oh how I wish she could notice me”
She thought as she laid her head on her mother’s knee….

The Future

The future is going to be a bittersweet moment I will be devouring.
It’s time to climb the highest tower.
To complete my ultimate desires.
To recover from the past.
To have a present that had dashed.
The future is in my hands.
Open up the envelope that reveals my fate.
Reveal the future that I will taste.
Oh! How I wanted to taste this good fate for so long.
It tingles with sweetness and glistens with happiness in the mouth which I am allowed to speak.
The feet that was provided for me to climb the highest peak.
The hands had been flourished from the chances I didn’t seek.
The future I hold in the hands that are now flourished.
Will allow me to get away from the emotional damage.
Past and present is an obstacle for the future.
A future that I know is coming for sure.
Untie these hands of mine and let it wander on this blank paper.
This paper will make my future happier.
The words will speak in a friendly voice.
To the public who is hoping for a choice.
I will carefully stroke my future with gentle and careful thoughts
No matter how much pain it will cost.
No matter how many friends will be lost.
The future is here to stay.
The past will be left in the back of my mind to decay.

Stars in My Eyes

Secretly I became fear itself.
Raging out like the god of war.
Thinking that my mind can be stored in the shelf.
My mind wants to soar.
Creative artwork spread along the empty dining room table.
To make this piece of art come to life I might be capable.
Signing my name in cursive on the pages that I wrote on is my dream.
Making my dream shiny and gleam.
I am a glimpse of my future.
As I journey through the forest in the present.
Anyone who wants to go against it.
Will have to fight through the barriers of my walls.
I am now ready to leave this place of emptiness to spark the fire that had been laying low for so long.
I will never have to look at the stars in the skies.
Because the stars are implanted in my eyes.

Suffrage of Camp 14

 

No hail to the prisoner’s son who was born.

Pushed out of his mother’s loin.

With no life to look forward to.

Gray clouds hover above the young child.

The grayness was not from the clouds that formed.

But from the evil with bullets with eyes so torn.

Parents were forced to work.

Kick,push,kick,push.

They had cornmeal and a single fork.

Not enough for the baby’s mouth; his mother had to find food in the bush.

Crushed by the findings of nothing.

The mother had no choice but to leave the baby starving.

 

Camp 14 was surrounded by the linings of electrical fenced wires.

To the people who dare to flee, one shock and death will come instantly.

They were burned through their skin by fire.

Try to run and you will run endlessly.

No knowledge of the world.

Just punishment that were so bold.

North Korean men hurting their own men.

Men in pride lined up in ten.

Ready to shoot whoever they want.

Like animals in the wild; the prisoners never fought.

Fear was the only thing that they thought.

Breadcrumbs they pick up to put in their mouths to survive.

Looking around for men with big fat knives.

For that signals the cruel dark punishment.

Men and women with pale faces had to stare at the face of death.

Never knew about the world that was around of them.

Never had hope about escaping for freedom.

They had a rulebook to follow.

They had to follow unless their own blood will be forced down their deceased throat.

The perpetrators will have the guns ready to load

 

Survivors will survive if they have the fight.

People dream if they have the mindset to dream.

The tunnel of hope will light up if the time is right.

The brains to be smart is still intact in their heads.

It needs energy of nutritional goods to be activated.

Not the foods with maggots.

Not from the emotional punishments thrown to their innocent minds.

Please give them a sign.

To the god from above who has all the answers.

To all the politicians who are willing to help the poors who keep getting poorer.

Can you first help the ones who are getting tortured?

From the suffrage of camp 14?

Please a take a moment to take off the blindfold that had blinded your eyes from the unseen.

 

Hidden Talent

 

There once was a girl who has a dream.

Stares through the window to think.

Images of her inspiring others would be magical.

Thousands of eyes on her as she sings a perfect harmony.

Channeling her voice to do great things.

Speak out loud for the voices which cannot be heard.

People think her dreams are absurd.

Thats why she hides her hidden talent in the dirt.

 

Mother became strict on her education.

Father was never around to show dedication.

Her world became a blur.

To dream big; she wasn’t sure.

Confused in her thoughts of reality.

She picked up a pen and started writing.

She wrote about the vision in her eyes.

She wrote about the vision of a million eyes.

She can drawn in her words forever.

Writing her thoughts on paper.

Zooming into tiny cells in a microscope.

Was not what she wanted to do.

She had hope.

That one day her dreams grows too.

Her emotions laid out at one word at a time.

After her therapeutic session with paper and pen.

She knew she will be just fine.

I hope that one day her dreams will come true and send.

Because her hidden talents shouldn’t be hidden for long.

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