Poem: And Once the Storm is Over, I was Buried Alive

And once the storm is over, I was buried alive

I sit here wishing you had not buried me alive

I was your brother

I know I made a bad sister

I was your son

How could I be who I was never meant to be?

Is this my punishment?

And once the storm is over

I don’t remember how I made it through

How I managed to survive

I am not really even sure if the storm is really over

But one thing is for certain

I am definitely not the same person who walked in

I sit here wishing you had not buried me alive, it hurts

I was your brother

I know I made a bad sister

I was your son

How could I be who I was never meant to be?

Is this my punishment?

I emerge from this storm; broken in many ways

My heart was crushed by this world

The dirt piled high above me

How did I survive those lies?

Look at what you have done to me burying me alive

How I managed to survive

I am not really even sure if the storm is really over

But one thing is for certain

I am definitely not the same person who walked in

And once the storm is over

So many gone from my life

Frightened…..

Ashamed……

Disgusted…..

But here I am the one crushed by the HATE of it all

Don’t tell me you know the words of Jesus

When the worst pain was inflicted upon me by you

And yet you still pray for me

Who the fuck knows why you didn’t care if I lived or died

But one thing is for sure

You are gone now and I was buried alive

By Anunnaki Ray Marquez

Jan. 3, 2015

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