Berto Kamp
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Poem "Coal Shed":
- published February 4, 2010
- viewed 12 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«
»Angel Mother Of Mine«
»Berto's Prayer«
»Blackmail«
»Blue Car will do«
»Desire«
»Disarray«
»Hunchback«
»Kibera Slum«
»Lamb to the slaughter«
»Life of an Unknown Man«
»Madness of a sane man«
»Man with fish«
»Midnight in Fes«
»Omie 8th of May«
»Piteous sight«
»Possibility«
»Rain«
»The Pot«
»The Silent Nile«
»Torrential Rain«
»Unknown Path«
»Victim Of Prey«
»Zenith«
Visit Berto Kamp's profile page
Poem "Coal Shed":
- published February 4, 2010
- viewed 12 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«»Angel Mother Of Mine«»Berto's Prayer«»Blackmail«»Blue Car will do«»Desire«»Disarray«»Hunchback«»Kibera Slum«»Lamb to the slaughter«»Life of an Unknown Man«»Madness of a sane man«»Man with fish«»Midnight in Fes«»Omie 8th of May«»Piteous sight«»Possibility«»Rain«»The Pot«
»The Silent Nile«»Torrential Rain«»Unknown Path«»Victim Of Prey«»Zenith«»Coal Shed«
by Berto Kamp
Coal Shed
The coal shed is where I went to when I did want to bleed
It happened again and you did succeed
You took advantage of me
A school girl was I
You my step father
You made me cry
Over and over it happened again
When they came to visit me at our house
I would stand with the door slightly ajar, not wide
Would not let anyone in
Knowing it would happen over and over again
Now I sit and look at the coal
Black, dirty my story one day would be told
I feel just like that dirty coal
The way you touched me, it turned me cold
Dirty here I sit
Feeling like that piece of coal
You left your dirt on me
One day the truth will be told
O yes you will see
The coal shed is where I went to when I did want to bleed
It happened again and you did succeed
You took advantage of me
A school girl was I
You my step father
You made me cry
Over and over it happened again
When they came to visit me at our house
I would stand with the door slightly ajar, not wide
Would not let anyone in
Knowing it would happen over and over again
Now I sit and look at the coal
Black, dirty my story one day would be told
I feel just like that dirty coal
The way you touched me, it turned me cold
Dirty here I sit
Feeling like that piece of coal
You left your dirt on me
One day the truth will be told
O yes you will see
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