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When she was three years old, they took a hot metal lettering and placed it against her skin. She was branded, labeled for everyone to see. She whimpered for hours through the tears and agony, the word slowly sank in. Now a man wants her to trust him. She hides the word but she knows he can see. Its all she's every been, all she's ever felt, all she's ever known. She traces the word, feels the pain, as if the steaming metal was being placed on her flesh over and over again. He takes her hand leads her through the dark. But in the light how can she trust him? She's always going to be lacking, always going to be branded 'fatherless'.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
July Twenty-First
When she was three years old, they took a hot metal lettering and placed it against her skin. She was branded, labeled for everyone to see. She whimpered for hours through the tears and agony, the word slowly sank in. Now a man wants her to trust him. She hides the word but she knows he can see. Its all she's every been, all she's ever felt, all she's ever known. She traces the word, feels the pain, as if the steaming metal was being placed on her flesh over and over again. He takes her hand leads her through the dark. But in the light how can she trust him? She's always going to be lacking, always going to be branded 'fatherless'.
so this is probably one of my favourite poems it has really deep meaning.. hope you guys can find some meaning behind it
#love#trust#life#death#world#hope
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
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