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".Restricted Zone."
  by Unethical
  - This Poem is a response to the poem Death Before Dishonor by I Soporifcally Jest....Sl...


I stand tall, broken soul and all
Brusied from the internal turmoil that
Willing I, Hold inside..
See me? The premature premie..brought into early breath
by..Mom's and Dad's outside stress..

Sure it was built on solid foundations..being conceived between
Military walls..
Parents nothing more but Misfits, trying to force their lives to fit into..
Something..Somewhere..
Years later.. I still salute and stare..

My mother..A born renegade..no wonder she wore the Marine Stripes
Fell to no man..
Looked him in his eyes and dared him to try..
Now you know my concreted stance..
Solid as a brick just like my..fathers defiance..
Determined, I assume to catch just a lucky break..

Unfortunatley..he slipped through the cracks and the alcohol
just seeped through..
Intoxicating..
Young eyes..Starved for his dedication..
As soon as I learned to create the "f" Sound I
prolifically spat those fuck you's into dead air..
Makes sense now..since at 5 he was ..dead there..

Lucky I..
Whisked away from a brat's lifestyle..
Couldnt balance the Ak's and Me..so

I grew up..in maturity..
Coo'ed to sleep with lullabys and proud eyes..
even Brought back to life twice by
an angel in disguise..
Simpily Owe her my life..

Had a father when I didnt even know why my name
was different..
Just too young to remember..
Or to care enough to give credit..where credit was due..

Still continued with the fuck you attiude..
Blessed to be..but still felt rejected by two..
Got my discipline by threats over the phone..
She wasnt playing either..She would have beat me blue..

Ever tried to tell a teenager the rules..
Why there feels like there's parts of herself
that feel as if they have been thrown to the wolves?
Shredded and torn..Emotional being..slowly

Withdrawing..
Trying to rework in her head that if they care..they would be there..
Still trying to clean up shattered pieces..

Cool
Calm
Collected
Restricted
By Nature
So attempt to break me..Make me stronger..
Like Lush Said..'Death before dishonor'

And Im
Still throwing off.. Fuck you's..
It's all I know how to do.


Take it or leave it.. the I dont give a damn's are avaliable at the exit.
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Date Submitted: Aug 04, 2008 (07:09 PM)
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  WIZ
09/20/08 (08:55 AM) 
WHAT A RESPONSE, JUST LIKE TRYING SO HARD TO CORRECT THE PAST. MAN ONLY ON THIS EARTH, DO WE FEEL SO MANY FUCK-YOUS. NICELY PENNED!

  Gunz
08/23/08 (10:19 AM) 
man gotta turn my head to the side and say, dayum! that's deep right there...

  harley quinn/a...
08/19/08 (10:36 PM) 
I did enjoy the way ya wordage fell .... very much so

  GOD_OF_WAR_7
08/17/08 (08:51 PM) 
Your work is serverely overlooked. This is what poetry is all about. Excellent masterpiece...........

  PoiZen
08/09/08 (09:30 PM) 
The words of a woman who knows what she's about.....much respect to you

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