Question

mark a short poem on pain​

Answer 1

Answer:

My Heart

My heart was a happy heart,

until it became broken into many pieces.

How does someone speak loving words,

words filled with kindness and joy.

Only to set out to steal you blind,

steal from a family member.

Does she feel entitled to the belongs,

knowing the things are not hers.

Does she feel it is free stuff for the taking,

so take it all for herself.

I have cried over the hurt,

the hurt and pain she has caused.

The family things that cannot be replace,

like my mother's rolling pin.

All of little to no value to others,

all priceless treasures that cannot be replaced to me.

I cannot and will not judge,

for that is God's job to do.

I embrace joy and forgiveness,

for I will go on my happy way.

I pray her heart will be changed,

changed from evil to blessings this day.

Answer 2

Answer:

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.