My story

My story

A Poem by bella

I am just a girl
An entity with breasts really

Born to two star crossed lovers
Destined to collide in their burnt out fall
From the universe, down to earth

Born to the leftover pieces
Of the war on drugs
And the holocaust

Raised by Satan herself
She still strolls the halls of my mind
From time to time
Tracing her talons along my walls
Leaving her marks
Once again

Yes I'm just a girl
Born to the broken
Destined to love the same

And oh yes have I loved the same

I've loved forrest green eyes
Dark wavy hair
Warm lips
Cold hands to match his heart

I've lost soft brown eyes
Decieving smiles
Long sleeves
Worn beanies
And beautiful scars

Oh how I wish I was born to the loved
So that someday I might raise a girl
To be loved

© 2017 bella

Author's Note

Work in progress...thoughts?

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That was pretty deep expressing many things like life feelings thoughts even past and now. I feel you did a very great job expressing all:)

Posted 1 Month Ago

This is an excellent poem from top to bottom, so I wouldn’t call it a “work in progress”! So many times, writers convey a message like this & it sounds like blaming or whining. But here you paint a somewhat harsh picture with tones of acceptance. I love the way you describe the universal forces that spilled together & brought you into this life – so poignant & original & recognizable. This reminds me how I used to wish that someone had taught me how to be in a steady relationship, but I only had examples of chaos to learn from. It took me years to overcome that early conditioning. But it can be done, even if it’s missing from one’s early life. Your final stanza reminds me of the song “Daughters” by John Mayer (“fathers be good to your daughters, for they grow up to be mothers, etc.) – a song that tells my story & I love the way you tell yours (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

That song always makes me cry lol I could be estatic and hear it and cry. Thank you so much for the .. read more
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If you love is not madness, then what it is? The way you express your feelings through words is really amazing. Keep going.....

Posted 8 Months Ago


i really enjoyed this!

Posted 8 Months Ago

Sad and dark tale but beautifully written. Everything here is from inside the soul and works it way out.somber but worth the read

Posted 9 Months Ago

You did well dear Kesha.
"Oh how I wish I was born to the loved
So that someday I might raise a girl
To be loved"
Your above lines. A wish for us parent. I enjoyed the thoughts and the wishes in the words. Thank you for sharing the amazing words and thoughts.

Posted 11 Months Ago

Beautifully phrased darkness. Sad to know how many have had lives like this, myself included. Writing can be therapeutic in its own way. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 11 Months Ago

Broken and beautiful. How else the light will come out.

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Thank you!
Perhaps the unborn too have a say in such struggles, those who know not fear, nor love, nor hatred, nor joy. They know nothing but death. And us? Born broken, to repair at ones costs, born whole, to break others. So how is it that 2 magnets attach when of the same frequency? To choose. And oh, how I have chosen, will you?

Posted 11 Months Ago

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Added on August 1, 2017
Last Updated on August 1, 2017




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