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My Burden


They are not that special
A thing I wonder why
Always yelling and cussing at me
Trying to make me cry.
Draging me along
Every where they go
Trying to spend some quality time
Testing what I know.
Having family reunions
Introducing everyone as we go along
Thinking that I care and that I'll remember
After boring hours long.
Telling me I'm smart and pritty
Just because we are related
Then asking me about my life
And who it was I last dated.
Always having some sort of camera
Permanetly attached to their hand
All those bright light flashes
Like I'm some singer in a pop band.
Theres those times when I can't stand them
They never go away
Parents want my chores done
Cousins want to play.
Grandpa wants to have a talk
Grandma wants me to help her bake
Siblings are invading my room and my space
I don't know how much more of this I can take.
But then theres times when I need them
A way to get me out
When my home family is fighting
And I can't stand the scream or shout.
Or when I'm home alone
Board out of my mind
They always have an answer
To get me off my behind.
I really do love my family
No matter what they put me through
Even if I don't end up the way they want
I know they will Love me too.

Family

You are born into this crazy place
So much goes on, you want to hide your face
Your family is there for you through thick and thin
These are the people who are supposed to be by your side until the end

Yelling, screaming, fighting, its always the same
Nobody sits down to take the blame
Its in the air, everyone thinks they are right
Its in their stare, this goes on well into the night

Your parents stand there and yell at you until they are blue
The next minute they are saying "I Love you"
Tough memories leave you confused
You dont want to go back to the time that left your heart bruised

So many families will fall apart
It wasnt working, not even from the start
Why try, if it wont last?
Too many memories are left to bury in the past

You wont always be happy...
But you will always have your friends, they will always be family

my family, in my eyes

growing up, whenever I had a cut, mom would always be there
a Band-Aid ready, holding me as i cried, talking in a soothing voice and patting my hair
teaching me good manners, and that all are equal and alike,
being there with a helping hand as I learn to ride my bike
as a teenager now, I see her less and less,
but she's always there for me if i get into a mess
making sure i know right from wrong,
letting me make wrong decisions but then picking me up and helping me along

dad is always around to be a key role in my life,
just as my mother, his wife
teaching me to play the sports that are now so important to me,
scoring a goal and wanting him to see
watching the proud look as i brought home my report card,
and him knowing that i worked hard

both will come together to give me my good night kiss,
and when i am absent, this time at night i do miss

then there is my brother,
we hardly ever get along, being so close in age
sometimes i wish my parents would just lock him in the dog's cage
he's annoying to a point where he's driving me insane,
even when we were younger we would fist fight until we were in pain
even through all this i know he does care,
even when he thought it would be fun to put duck tape in my hair
he's strange like no other
but i still love him, after all he is my older brother

even though i don't say it as often as i should,
i love them more than you would ever think i could

well seizure, i got it in, in time. but im leaving for another camp tommarro. good luck writing the poem w/ all of the poems

I read them all and decided my favorite one was Brenda Michelle's. It was very short but to the point. I thought it was great.

Everyone did a good job. I will show you all exactly what I got out of each and every one of your poems Monday when I post the work I made out of all of these.

I would have had it today, but there were some "things" going on lately. I"m sorry.

Brenda Michelle:

I have read all the submissions in this categorical contest and I think that Ceasar, I mean Seizure has made a very good, diliberated choice asto the winner of his challenge for all of us to write about family. I'm sure you do not take this honor without humility, for you opened up yur heart to us.

Not only does Seizure thank you, I also thank you for your courage to speak with words of grace, pain and honesty.

I award you the "Poets Medal Of Valor."

Regards,

MartinV

woo hoo! yay brenda! i liked yours a lot too...it was very heart wrenching. good job, and give us a good topic, k?



*RinRin*

GREAT JOB BRENDA!!!!

see brenda, i told you that you wrote a great poem!!

congratulations brenda! way to go!