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because it was done to me

by Vikki Owens

you kiss me
as if i am pristine,
untouched and undefiled,
but i am not,
and have not been,
for as long as i have been alive.

each virgin snow,
each untraveled path you find,
is only an apparition
of what i wish to be.

i do unto you,
because it was done to me.

i do not trust you,
i do not believe you,
your beating heart
is the same as any other,
no words you say have been unsaid till now,
no fingerprints are laid on fresh skin.

when i am cold,
know that someone was cold to me.
when i am unkind,
know that someone was unkind to me.
when i am obscure,
someone hid from me.
when i am unsure,
someone has made me so.

please know,
i am just passing on this burden,
as it was given to me,
as unfair as it was to you,
so it was unfair to me.

there are no things in this life that go unseen.
there are no things in this life that go unseen.
there are no things in this life that go unseen.
there are no things in this life that go unseen.

02/16/2013

Posted on 02/17/2013
Copyright © 2022 Vikki Owens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mo Couts on 02/17/13 at 12:51 AM

This was EVERYTHING I needed to read tonight--thank you. What a work.

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/17/13 at 01:26 AM

Except near birth we are not just blank hard drive upon which everyone writes. We have a hand in making decsions, deciding what we will and will not accepet. We can't entirely blame our status on someone else. Still an interesting vent.

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