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Violent Neighborhood


She sits by the window and the light are dim
the ally outside her window seems grim
as the sun goes down and the stars shine bright
you can hear the gun shots at night.
You’d be surprised by the things she has seen
just out her window staring.
She has seen the ways your insides can be pulled out
she has heard the screams and shouts in her sleep
seen a man fall apart with a simple puff of smoke.
She sits by her window and the lights are dim
the ally outside her window seems grim
she bit her tongue off so she has nothing to say
her wrists were cut off so she had nothing to write down
her legs were sliced so she can’t run
just sits there starring at the world that breeds violence
but she unfortunately is silenced.

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Comments (7)

Andreee
<p>I feel like I&#39;m standing next to her, Good Job :)</p>
TamingOfSeaWolves
<p>its like i can hear her vioce, through you welkll written its amazing</p>
Jan Wienen
<p>It is almost like I am sitting next to her ...&nbsp;</p>
savigirl14
Your imagery is amazing if you experienced this you have a brave soul and are a great poet
Day Sibley
Isabella should have read the poem more powerful than she delivered. Why? One, it was good and two, because if you're going to touch bases on a touchy subject you got to say it with confidence. Also, the first stanza needs to be edited.
QV
<p>Very powerful piece, thank you for sharing your words in this narrative. Q.V.&nbsp;</p>
jwiener
You use your poetry writing to tell a story and you use strong images such as "she has seen the ways your insides can be pulled out" which helps the reader to visualize the pain and fear that is present in this poem.

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