My Destiny

poem by: Allan P Stevens
Written on Nov 17, 2017

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Well, they tried to deny me 
The destiny to which I was born
They deceived and lied to me
Even treated me with scorn?
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I was the outcast of the family
Born out of wedlock and faith
Said I would have no morality
So they quietly gave me away
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They buried the truth so well
The web of deceit was cast
Handed me into a life of hell
Until the day, I was free at last
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Still they pretend I don’t exist
I would cause family shame
I was not going to be missed
They never do speak my name
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I cannot truly explain how I feel
As I write it down each word
Somehow it becomes unreel
Yet, the truth must be heard
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I will not be denied my destiny
I will not remain in the dark
I shall pursue my aims endlessly
Upon this world, shall I make my mark
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Tags: Sad, Anger, Pain, Hope, Hate,

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Janet Vick commented on Nov 18, 2017 at 11:29am
An interesting read and my heart goes out to you. No one should be shamed for being born. We don't ask to be born and we all need love. Keep on trucking as the saying goes. Janet
Ja Ja commented on Nov 18, 2017 at 2:33pm
A masterful piece of writing If only for you it wasn't so biting Being born out of wedlock Is something no one should mock May God bless and thank you for sharing
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 18, 2017 at 4:41pm
Lovely heartfelt words .Thank you for sharing.
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 18, 2017 at 6:36pm
There is no shame in being born out of "wedlock"..........but long ago women had shame forced upon them.....good poem..

 

 

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