#abducted - Hello Poetry

ABDUCTEE You’re a girl like no other ’cause of what you are. It’s not your fault that you got scared, cry at night or get so lonely in a crowd. Everyday you ask the same two questions: Why me? And when will they come for me? You get flashbacks of blinding pain and flashing strobe lights. So when the aliens abduct you and you feel it before it happens, you wish for death. Can no one see the alien ship as you float through your roof up to it? No one believes you when you say you’re an abductee – aliens don’t exist, they say – they’re just in our minds.

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Oct 13, 2023

Oct 13, 2023 at 9:55 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

ABDUCTEE

ABDUCTEE You’re a girl like no other ’cause of what you are. It’s not your fault that you got scared, cry at night or get so lonely in a crowd. Everyday you ask the same two questions: Why me? And when will they come for me? You get flashbacks of blinding pain and flashing strobe lights. So when the aliens abduct you and you feel it before it happens, you wish for death. Can no one see the alien ship as you float through your roof up to it? No one believes you when you say you’re an abductee – aliens don’t exist, they say – they’re just in our minds.

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We fall asleep, under The bright and blue And, we are awake With worst forlorness In Kano, all our piektus Are whining severely and Our sight fluid, running Torrentially on our cheeks... Because, we can't justify The darkness of that... What had been done in Infanticidal burial with No hand to retaliate, and Words to express and Mouth to say and fingers To indicate.... We stand glued all together We are sisters and brothers To seek a justice for mother And the one who's a father To bring back their feather A young Hanifa she had gone And the manslayer is still here So, We bow down to all, Seeking, a justice call For Hanifa, the tall... To rest in peace forever

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Jan 21, 2022

Jan 21, 2022 at 8:35 AM UTC

Safana

Justice for young Hanifa

We fall asleep, under The bright and blue And, we are awake With worst forlorness In Kano, all our piektus Are whining severely and Our sight fluid, running Torrentially on our cheeks... Because, we can't justify The darkness of that... What had been done in Infanticidal burial with No hand to retaliate, and Words to express and Mouth to say and fingers To indicate.... We stand glued all together We are sisters and brothers To seek a justice for mother And the one who's a father To bring back their feather A young Hanifa she had gone And the manslayer is still here So, We bow down to all, Seeking, a justice call For Hanifa, the tall... To rest in peace forever

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Abducted Worker He was riding his moped to the office to work The alien craft hovered over him and took him It left his moped by the roadside needing the rider In a blast of silent light he was plonked down No longer on his wheels somewhere else entirely Like the X-Files but real different yet familiar Like he'd been hear before that was inexplainable He knew in ways he was home from home Even if he cried sweated shook wondered what the **** How can this be happening to me right now? UFOs don't exist nor do little green men Or grey ones like these here now They greeted him he nodded and waved It was like being back with friends! Even if three feet tall and grey and ugly They had a strange yet interesting craft Bigger inside than out like Dr Who? His moped was similar for it was a vehicle Made to go from A to B and do a job The question was what why where and who? He didn't know the answers just now He'd soon find out their aims and wants Before they let him go again... 0 Comments

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Dec 29, 2021

Dec 29, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

Abducted Worker

Abducted Worker He was riding his moped to the office to work The alien craft hovered over him and took him It left his moped by the roadside needing the rider In a blast of silent light he was plonked down No longer on his wheels somewhere else entirely Like the X-Files but real different yet familiar Like he'd been hear before that was inexplainable He knew in ways he was home from home Even if he cried sweated shook wondered what the **** How can this be happening to me right now? UFOs don't exist nor do little green men Or grey ones like these here now They greeted him he nodded and waved It was like being back with friends! Even if three feet tall and grey and ugly They had a strange yet interesting craft Bigger inside than out like Dr Who? His moped was similar for it was a vehicle Made to go from A to B and do a job The question was what why where and who? He didn't know the answers just now He'd soon find out their aims and wants Before they let him go again... 0 Comments

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