The Age I Am
by C. Ayala
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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No one knowing what I've seen,
They only see the age I am,
But where were they
When I at six
Sat by my mother, her face scratched up,
Blood seeping through her clothes
I have this image reflected in my mind,
I'll never forget the look in her eyes,
The last look she'd ever have,
That one look that said good bye.
So go ahead and judge me,
For all you see is youth.
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| Reviewed by Patricia Tresidder (Reader) |
10/12/2009 |
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| Beautiful poem. It makes me think hard about how people often quickly jump to conclusions that a young person hasn't really lived. Your poem shows this is not always true. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/15/2004 |
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| powerful poem but why should we judge you? |
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| Reviewed by Verena Hayner (Reader) |
4/14/2004 |
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| Hmm, it's very thoughtful. It paints a picture in the minds of the readers of the grisly scene of a dying mother, yet captures the universal teenage struggle to be seen as knowing more than they are given credit for. Very good! |
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