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Don’t Cry

Jenni was a little girl
Playing in the yard
When she slipped in the rain soaked grass
And fell, breaking her arm

The little three-year-old got up
With tears coming to her eyes
When her Mommy scooped her up
And quietly said Don’t Cry

When she was four, watching TV
Daddy came home drunk one night
Daddy began to bicker with Mommy
And they began to fight

But Daddy got his gun
And shot Mommy in the head
Daddy cried for Mommy
But Jenni was confused; she thought Mommy was dead

Suddenly Daddy took the gun
And pushed it to the back of the throat
The last thing he heard as he pulled the trigger
Was No! Daddy No!

The police were horrified to find
When they opened the door
Jenni with her safety blanket
Scrubbing at the floor

Mommy and Daddy are messy
Jenni quietly said
Apparently oblivious to the fact
Her Mom and Dad were dead

But nothing was further from the truth
Jenni was torn up inside
But she remembered what Mommy said
She’s a big girl; big girls don’t cry

She went to stay with her Uncle Joey
Who accepted her with haste
But two years after she moved in
Something bad took place

She noticed problems from the start
And knew it wasn’t good
As Uncle Joey seemed to love her
More than uncles should

Then her fears were confirmed
When Joey took her to his room
And forced her to touch him
Where little girls aren’t supposed to

Jenni knew it was wrong
She tried to pull away
But this made Uncle Joey mad;
He hit her in the face

Uncle Joey beat Jenni
Till she thought she would die
But Jenni remembered what Mommy said
So Jenni wouldn’t cry

Then Jenni saw her way out
Because she knew this fact
She could stop Uncle Joey
Once she grabbed his bat

Jenni grabbed Joey’s bat
And bashed him in the head
Until Uncle Joey stopped moving
And she thought that he was dead

Jenni was pretty torn up
But had enough consciousness then
To call the local police
Who soon came running in

They found Uncle Joey
Battered on the floor
And Jenni towards the other side of the room
Leaning on a door

The remains of her tattered clothes
Had been thrown aside
She was wrapped only in a sheet
Ashamed and wanting to hide

Jenni went to live with her grandma
Who of all loved her the most
But when Jenni was sixteen
Grandma had a stroke

When her grandma was put in the grave
This thought crossed her mind
She was nearly a woman now
She had to be strong, she couldn’t cry

But the pain of grandma’s death
Had pushed her past that point
Everything wanted to cry out
From her organs to her joints

Jenni was confused
She didn’t know what to do
So she asked the only one she had left, her boyfriend,
Can I talk to you?

She told him everything about her life
Right up to here and now
That she had to have a release
Some way, some how

He told her it’s not good
To keep it up inside
And at those very words
She opened up and cried

All the pain
All the tears
All the shame
Of all the years

It all came out at once
No longer caught inside
Jenni finally felt whole inside when she realized this
It’s okay to cry
©2003-2009 ~xtheravenx
:iconxtheravenx:

Author's Comments

This is being posted as a favor to ~alwayzdazd. She said she would pester me until I submitted it. So here it is. I wrote this my freshman year, so it's a little over three-and-a-half years old.

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:iconobsidiantear:
I love the way you wrote this, it's amazingly well done. +fav.

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You only get to see bits and pieces of me
:iconalwayzdazd:
Hug Hug Hug THANK YOU...and I did not even get to leave one pestering remark on our page ;) (Wink) and SEE I told you it was awesome..even Anna agrees!! And now here goes..+fav

~Bethany
:iconfukenrights:
very beautifulll painful subject but beautiful... i wrote something like this called "just friends"" you might like it

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trying to move forward without forgetting to look back
:iconpanture:
this almost brought a tear to my eye. *almost* very well done. the everthing was awsome! I love it! +fav
:iconquestor842:
Jawdrop Spectacular...simply spectacular work
:iconspyker:
Having a youth worker as a friend I can say that through his experiances I know the pain that so many young people go through. It's shocking and horrible. And I've made a vow to never let anything of the like happen to my children. The worst I'll allow is a broken heart from a failed relationship.

Your poem brought a tear to my eye because this stuff really happens ou there and the people it happens to just bottles it up inside.
It's like climbing an icy mountain with a 120 Kg backpack. At the top of the mountain is endless happiness and love. But that damn backpack is pulling you back, for every two steps you take up the pack causes you to slip 4 steps back. But you don't want to let it go. Next to you is a guy who has since day one offered to take the pack for you but you refuse. Then when you finaly hand him the backpack he takes it and throws it off the mountain and you can freely get to your destination.

Why can't we all just hand our backpacs to Jesus and let Him throw them down for us ? ? ?

Keep well.

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~ Don't Believe that you Believe, Believe what you Believe. ~ - HarbingeR
And whether you care or not - God Bless, because He does.
SOG-777-STE-01
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AMAZING. One of the best poems I have ever read here on deviantART. +fav for sure. And I'm gonna put u on my deviantwatch too.

WHYWHY.

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Watch the man walk on over the hill ---->
:iconviggo-is-my-muse:
Tears

wow .....

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my :heart: belongs to :flagcanada:
:iconnoirin:
Awwwwww :( (Sad)

I thought it'd never end n then when it did I wanted to read it again!!

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