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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem from my new poetry book "Tears of Me". Find more inspiration here:




Sold for what she wasn’t created to be

Given for the pleasure of another 

Oh how pain is now her newfound love

Beaten by the hands that constantly degrade her

Forced to love those same hands

Wants to give up

But struggles for her children

Oh, dear Rebecca 

Thrown away into tomorrow’s day

Seeing a future that can’t be visible

Oh how she once admired the sun

But now angry at its rays

For it despises her skin

Here today

But wishes she was gone tomorrow

Ready to meet the God

Who left her, she claims

Now hanging from the same tree

Her grandmother once owned

Now a breeze of the field

Finally released and allowed to return home

My dear Rebecca


-LaToya Martin


Submitted: October 26, 2020

© Copyright 2020 LaToya Martin. All rights reserved.

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the noobie

great work keep it up

Mon, November 9th, 2020 6:00am

LaToya Martin


Mon, November 9th, 2020 2:46pm

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