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Best Poems From
BIRDIE ANDERSON
(June 1, 1993-someday someway)
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Because He Wanted to Fight for His Country
I screamed & stomped down the hall
While you sit there looking so frickin calm
I almost fall to the floor with pure grief
But you caught me; I knew you wouldn't let me fall
I ran my fingers down your chest
Breathing so hard as if I felt death
'Why? '
I sobbed so silently
'Because I want to fight for my country.'
I wanted to scream some more
But instead I sank back to the floor
Before I knew it
You were leaving
Believing you would be seeing war
At the porch
You kissed me
And swore you'd miss me
I let out a tiny whisper
'I love you.'
You smooth out my hair
Looked deep in my eyes & said
'And I love you.'
I watched you get in the car
My heart began to throb
When a threatening beat began to call
He won't be coming back
For two years now
Your still have not arrived
I sit here, lonely
With nothing but fear
I wrote to you once again
'Please come home my dear'
Staring out my window
Shadows refuse to surrender
But I cling to your only letter
That just says
'I promise things will get better'
Another two years
Slowly drag by
My soul stops breathing
As I am told
You are finally home
But death is hovering over you
Once again
Soon, very soon
Your gonna leave home
And I'll be on my own, forever
I sit by your bed
Feeling a pain in my head
I couldn't help but shriek
'Why did you leave me? ! '
You took my hand
You tried to squeeze it
And weakly smiled
'Because I was determined to fight for my country.'
Your hand began fall
I yelled
'Please don't go! '
Tears filled your eyes
As I also tried not to cry
'I'm sorry my dear,
You don't deserve this! '
You said with slight anger
But the I begun to weep
I too felt so weak
As your body's life slowly disappeared
You opened your eyes
With all your strength
I leaned forward to let you know
That I was proud that you came home
But instead you kissed me
Swore you’d miss me
You told me to go on
Living as if nothing is wrong
You managed to say
'I love you.'
I then said to you
'And I love you.'
Then you let go of me
The funeral came
The very next day
With heavy hearts the crowd comes along
I heave a sobbing sigh
As I began to talk all about you
And how you were so strong
We bowed our heads and begun to pray
Then with tears of hurt came as we all said 'Amen'
I overheard some one say
'Why would he go? '
Then I interrupted
With pride in my voice
'Because he wanted to fight for his country.'
Birdie Anderson
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Child Murder
My name is Sky
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlies bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
Hes already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
'Im sorry! ', I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Sky
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.......
(not my poem just one of my favorite)
Birdie Anderson
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Cruel
For that year
That month
That day
That hour
That minute
That second
That moment devoured
A man
A woman
A boy
A girl
A toddler
A infant destroyed
This country
This village
This state
This county
This town
This city
This land
This house attacked
Your mother
Your farther
Your grandma
Your grandpa
Your brother
Your sister
Your aunt
Your uncle
Your cousin
Your children killed
Broken nations
Broken families
Broken homes
Broken bones
Broken hearts beyond repair
For this is the sound
Of a war
Birdie Anderson
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Derecognize
I don't recognize this man
Who has blood on his hands
I don't recognize this boy
Who seems to know the ways of war
I don't recognize his voice
Sounds as if he has no choice
I don't recognize his life
Doesn't look like it's interested in mine
I don't recognize his eyes
Dialed and so unwise
I don't recognize his touch
What feeling is it
cold
Why are you so fearful of me
Why are you so afraid of everything
Why are running away, from your home
You have just returned
You don't recognize us anymore
I don't recognize his face
Dirty, out of place
I don't recognize his ways
Blurry, unseen by me
I don't recognize his whimper
I heard all the time now sounds like
hurt
Why are you so fearful of me
Why are you so afraid of everything
Why are running away, from your home
You have just returned
You don't recognize us anymore
Birdie Anderson
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