So a while ago i decided to go take some night time writing classes. And this semester we're doing poetry. YAY i say.. but my teacher thinks not.. Aparently all my old stuff lacks insight and he doesn't like it because it rhymes so for the rest of the semester I HAVE BEEN BANNED from rhyming. Apart from all the critique he says i'm a good writer. Pfft I Say. Anyhow... Everything we write has to be inspired by the words written on a piece of paper we draw from a hat. This then become part of our title. The words up top were what i was given however after my life experiences i decided to become a story teller. Anyhow i hate NON-RHYMING POETRY and i hate this but you guys need to tell me what u think before i drop the class and basically if im any good lol.
Cheers,

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Broken, Bruised, Battered, Bleeding...

Broken shards of glass
Lie scattered on the floor
Another fight with him it seems

Tears are flowing through her veins
Yet she doesn’t cry
She’s too brave for that

Bruises on her chest
Afflictions on her arms
God, what has she done?

Bodies surrounding her
Are you okay
She screams out, but nobody listens

She see’s things
They haunt her
Those things from the past

Barely fifteen
He’s forty-six
She’s his daughter

He broke her down
Sat on her body
Rocked backwards and forwards

Fractured her trust
Stole her virginity
Portrayed her

There he stands
Beside her bed
She’s been admitted again

She’s not insane
Maybe confused
Who would blame her

She speaks up
But they hold her back
She’ll always be nothing

Running for miles
But its all in her head
She’ll never get out

A white cell
Padded walls
He broke her bad this time