i wonder …
was it all a game to them…
that afternoon our house of cards
fell?
when my heart
was ripped like a playing card
as it tore
down streets on a green
skate board
AWAY
from a family who
thought it was
FUNNY
to pimp me
out
to old
men?
But then again…what
does it matter
who
they are …
or what
they think
I am?…
I am a 15 year old Queen of
my own heart…
who rolls
up and down streets
AWAY
from brothers who
want sex
from me… from old men
who
wait for me
in the
front room
so I guess
that
makes
ME
THE WINNER
…because …
it’s not about the family
I was dealt
BUT
about getting my card
OUT of
their game…
I am a 15 year old Queen of my own heart…
so as soon…
as I can get off this
skateboard …MY
LAUGHTER
WILL
float
like shredded incest cards…
CONFETTI
WILL
WAVE
goodbye
as I skate
…AWAY…
to lands where sisters are
NOT
tucked into brother’s
beds
(Never say die … Kae:)
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Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.
In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years.
Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly.
Feel free to dig through my buckets…
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This is great! 🙂 and good job writing it!
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So inspirational and I like the repeat of queen of my own heart ❤️
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:)… thanks gnomely 🙂
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Beautifully written.
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Thank u:)
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Powerful.
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Thanks:)
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You have magnificently expressed how to rise above the hostile situation very deep & moving , truly inspirational! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Learning… very hard poem to write … first time I ever shared about running away… thanks for ur support:)
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I felt the ecstasy of witnessing the liberation, the fact that every word in this poem was oozing out an honest expression is what made this poem so incredible in my view. Keep it up with the good work bud & don’t ever be disheartened by your past, always remember that you are flawlessly magnificent in your own way 🙂
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Aw… beautiful words:)…for both of us :)… blessings:)
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brutal, poignant, powerful and sad. ❤
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Thanks Jack:)
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wow, very difficult to read but so powerful and moving. Your words are piercing and just cut right through me. Keep writing. Much love – speak766
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Wow, this is incredible! Very moving – thank you for this beautifully powerful and inspirational piece.
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🙂
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Tension-filled. Heart-wrenching. Thank you.
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Thanks for commenting:)
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