"Okay, you all have been working on your poems, so it's time to share. Remember the poem is about your life, childhood to current." My teacher said. "Nickole, you're the last one." I went to the front of the class.
"Uh, the poem is called Mistake." I stated. "
I was a mistake
And I was constantly reminded of that
She told me I'd never amount to nothing
I'll always be trash, nothing nobody wants
I was a mistake
One that was voided to late
One who never had a chance
One who never had an opportunity
One who had to go through the abuse
I was a mistake
Nothing good ever happened to me
Well I can't say nothing, but in the time being
I was a mistake
One she couldn't erase
One she couldn't dedicate her love to
One she let bad things happen to
And she sits there
She sits there as their eyes crawl up me
I paused for a minute as I had flashbacks of my childhood.
And she sits there
She sits there as they taunt me
I don't like it
But because I was a mistake too late to turn away from
She just sits there
Hands touching me
I was a child
And I was a mistake
"Mommy! What are they doing? Help me. I don't like it"
She sits there
She sits there and ignored my cries for help
She sits there
She sits there and tells me
"You're a woman! Take it like one."
But I was eleven
I didn't know what to do, so I did just that
Nothing
I was a mistake
A mistake abused, abandoned, suicidal, and raped
A mistake reminded that I'll never be good enough
I'll never be pretty enough
I'll never be wanted by anyone
She let me know that
She let me know I was nothing
She let me know I was unwanted
She let me know that the world would be better off without me
I tried and I tried and I tried
But it was too late
She had it implanted into my brain
I was a mistake
A mistake better off out of the way
But little did I know
I wasn't
This mistake was good enough
This mistake was pretty enough
This mistake was wanted
I was wanted by someone
Someone who loves me
Someone who cares
Someone who understands
Someone I'm grateful for
Because he loves me
I was a mistake
A mistake grateful that I didn't take my life away
On May 26th 2013
5:26 pm
He made this mistake feel special
He made this mistake his
But that night
This mistake had a bottle of pills and a knife
Staring her into the face
Go on! Do it.
You're a mistake
You're a women
You're trash
You're abused
You're a child
You're raped
It doesn't matter
You were a mistake
If I didn't find out to late
You wouldn't be here
Might as well do my work for me
It does matter
I was a mistake
A mistake with a purpose
The day you found out about this mistake
You felt great
He felt it was a mistake
Whatever he felt
You felt
Because he did what he did to me
To you too
He raped you
He beat you
He mistreated you
But the difference between me and you is
I knew it was wrong
You thought it was love
I thought it was hate
This mistake made the right decision
This mistake through out those pills and put the knife away
This mistake knows her purpose
This mistake has a family who love her
This mistake has a man who wants to marry her
This mistake has a child on the way
What you called a mistake
He calls great
Because he found something in this mistake
Something you can't take away
He found love and so did this mistake
I was a mistake
And I was constantly reminded of that
She told me I'd never amount to nothing
I'll always be trash, nothing nobody wants
I was a mistake
One that was voided to late
One who never had a chance
One who never had an opportunity
One who had to go through the abuse
I was a mistake
Nothing good ever happened to me
That's what she told me
That's what I believed
She was wrong
So was past me
I'm not a mistake
Maybe an accident
Never a mistake
A mistake is an error
I am not that
Nor am I an inaccuracy or a fault
Therefore I'm no mistake
She didn't want me and it was too late
I had family to take me and show me the way
They showed me love
They showed me I'm okay
They showed me I wasn't a mistake
They showed me I was great
So this mistake no longer calls herself a mistake
She calls herself great!
I am a mistake
From mistreated, abused, abandoned, suicidal, and raped
Being called out of my name everyday
I am great
To being someone's little sister, someone's fiancée, someone mommy
Being told "I love you" everyday
I am great
And I am grateful for them thinking I was a mistake
Because it made me realize I am great
This mistake is great
And there's nothing that will ever change
You made me scared of what life is
But life is great
You made me think life was a mistake
My life is great
And I am no longer that mistake
I am no longer that inaccuracy
I am no longer that fault
I am no longer that error
Because now I am great"
Everyone snapped as I wiped my tears away. "That was amazing Nickole. I never knew you could do such work."
"Thank you." I said to her.
"Class, you all did excellent!" She said. "Tomorrow we will watch everyone's poem and compare them to each other." She said as the bell rung.
