Through my Eyes Pt1

As I look back
Back through time
A little child
Love had existed
Not love in its true form

Love’s meaning
Belt, curtain iron rod, kung fu
High heels, words, hands
Reasoning and premise
Experience of life

Seeing a cruel world
In a little place called life
Bullets thrown in the incinerator
By a little child
Hoping and praying
Mommy or daddy wouldn’t die that night

Seeing sex performed in bed
Mommy lying with not daddy
Playing detective looking for mommy
Hidings in bushes to see where mommy was at
Wondering if love was real or not

Seeing death
Brains scattered
Old women laughing
Death had become a joke
Taught at a young age

Seeing hurt and pain
Feeling hurt and pain
And invisible little child
A little child who did not grow up

Locked in a cage
Freedom is the key
The key to unlocking this child’s cage
One day I will be free
Will you be there to welcome this child who has become an adult?

By Jessie

Through My Eyes Pt2

Through My Eyes Pt2

An invisible child
An out cast in a world
She thought had been her own

Family brutal with words and actions
Pushed aside since birth
Not being taught to live
Just hanging to survive

Walking through life
Misunderstanding what life is
Rape, molestation, abuse
Had become the child’s teacher

She also taught herself
To speak
So no one would go through
What she went through.
Her heart she wears on her sleeve

Though she walked through life
Through horrific situations
She learned to love
Love a powerful tool

A child showing you her life
Through my eyes

By Jessie

A Project by Different Artists

Different artists look at different projects
Odd, broken, and misconstrued
Artists look at one project
A broken pottery
Different ideas
Different mindsets
Different pages
No clear picture of oneness
Artists put effort, compassion, and love into this pottery
Yet these artists’ effort, compassion and love are from different regions
Not from the true sense of their soul
The pottery broken is seen as something
That must be molded into what the artists
Perceive what this broken pottery needs to look like
Have the artists looked at every piece of brokenness is holds?
Looking at what lies beneath it
Looking at the true texture, color, and smoothness of this pottery
As artists look at just the exterior
Trying to mold it
The trueness of the pottery is in the cracks
The broken pottery is not the problem
Its how artists have looked at the surface
And not look at what is contained beyond the broken pottery

By Jessie

I day dream to travel in time
Time to a world of where
I had let go a world
A world surrounded by
Thoughts, sights, and imagination
Home was once in that still world
Created by my own universe
I plead for that world
No human could crush it
It was mines alone
I needed it
And it needed me
It has gone
I can't find it
Lost within the
Parallel of nill

By Jessie