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One Night


In one night, so many Things changed. Talking Turned to yelling. Laughter Turned to crying. Arguing Turned to slapping. Father Turned to abuser. Mother Turned to abused. Children Turned to witnesses. Happiness Turned to sadness. A man Once thought, to be strong Immediately turned weak. By hitting One woman, for all the kids to see. He said, "I love you" After the last hit, then We drove off in the car. One man Turned to an abuser. One woman Abused. Children Turned to witnesses. All in One night.
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Takara

I haven't been writing for a very long period of time, but once I stared I couldn't stop. This is one of the two ways that I have learned to express the way I feel in a creative way. I highly enjoy writing. My biggest influence is a documentary called "Louder Than A Bomb". The main thing that I've learned is "The point is not the points, the point is the poetry."

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Takara
This poem come from a situation that I experienced, where my dad physically abused my step-mom, in front of my younger siblings, cousins, and I.

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