Written in an English lesson, in which we discussed illegitimacy.

What do you think you're
up to? You're trying to decide
my fate as if I'm a beast
about to be slaughtered or
sacrificed on an altar, and
you cannot see that I have
free will. These scars on my
body are proof that I do not
want to be played like a pawn
on a chessboard, my future only
known by you. Are you really
that blind? Do you honestly
think I will sit by and let
you pick over my life like a
vulture over dead carrion? No!
I will cut until I die, or until
you give in, whichever way I'll
win. I can cut forever; it's easy
to cut away my bastardy and
my endless misery. The fact that
I am probably going to die is not
a problem to you.

Submitted: September 08, 2009

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Sam Heath

I usually read poetry with ryhme but this, is very to the point and i really like it. I clicked the button :D

Tue, September 8th, 2009 12:23pm


Thanks. You clicked the button yay!!! xD thanks a million

Tue, September 8th, 2009 7:39am


Amazing...I so agree with this. When noone cares about it, why do anything to stop? Your life and your rules. I enjoyed this because so many people would be angered at such writing. Not me though, everyone has feelings, and takes them out in a different way...especially anger. But when people hear "cut" they automatically think it is horrid. Now honestly, there is worse out there...and i can't believe people can't grip onto feelings.

Wed, December 16th, 2009 4:09am


I really appreciate your comments, thanks so much.

Thu, December 17th, 2009 3:32am

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