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One day there was a bright glowing canvas, a pure sparkling white It was beautiful, but not complete Then someone came along and drew lines on it to form flowers and mountains and streams, it was more beautiful and it made the natural white look more distinct Then one day someone else added color and the canvas radiated and became more and more complete, it seemed whole and functional Suddenly, one day someone came along and slew the canvas, destroying its color till it showed black, and an ugly black The canvas seems so drab so empty without its color, so lifeless People refused to help the canvas, refused to anything about the canvas slayer refused to listen to the canvas’ plea Instead the canvas slayer’s free to roam free to hurt and damage other canvas Who will restore the canvas? Who will bring justice? Why is the canvas slayer free to roam while the canvas feels imprisoned, crushed, victimized? Why is the canvas treated like a criminal? When will the canvas feel free, joyful and peaceful? THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO VICTIM'S OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND OTHER FORMS OF ABUSE.
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
The Canvas (Reposted)
One day there was a bright glowing canvas, a pure sparkling white It was beautiful, but not complete Then someone came along and drew lines on it to form flowers and mountains and streams, it was more beautiful and it made the natural white look more distinct Then one day someone else added color and the canvas radiated and became more and more complete, it seemed whole and functional Suddenly, one day someone came along and slew the canvas, destroying its color till it showed black, and an ugly black The canvas seems so drab so empty without its color, so lifeless People refused to help the canvas, refused to anything about the canvas slayer refused to listen to the canvas’ plea Instead the canvas slayer’s free to roam free to hurt and damage other canvas Who will restore the canvas? Who will bring justice? Why is the canvas slayer free to roam while the canvas feels imprisoned, crushed, victimized? Why is the canvas treated like a criminal? When will the canvas feel free, joyful and peaceful? THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO VICTIM'S OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND OTHER FORMS OF ABUSE.
I went through domestic abuse in the past and that is why I had wrote the above poem.
#life#abuse#canvas#survivor
ButterflyAnn
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ButterflyAnn
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
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