Poem: Now Open Your Eyes

2/15/2016

Here is a Poem I wrote a few days ago,
I guess it's a bit of a deconstructed poem/ conversation, half directed at the colder people of the world and then mid way it switches to talking to myself and other survivors out there.
I just wanna say big Thank You to all the supporter on my page, the world as I ( and so many survivors and victims) know it, is filled with many people who turn a blind eye so seeing supporters on here is magical to us. Thank You again.
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TITLE: Now Open Your Eyes
By: Isabella Grand
We waste time by acting
Acting a fool, cruel
The world’s to blind to see
But they the reason we be, cruel
Children crying, dying
Populations of suicide on the rise
But yeah we close our eyes
It’s to cold outside
Reality beats, heart beats, skip
The truth too hard to see
So close your eyes
Don’t deal, just hide
The price we pay for is life
Respect lost, given up at any cost
We care more about objects
Money, cars, or being a boss
Mummy, daddy, aunties, uncles
The world on T.v
If it where really
We would live freely
-------------------------> ((To the Survivor))
Now open your eyes
Thirty years have gone by
You watched as these people
Put poise in you life ‘ Poison
How many tears did you cry?
The rivers and oceans got nothing
Its time, a shift is in rise,
Take off the mask
Stop the pretending
Stop saying ‘ok’
Stop inventing they love you
Stop the fake they portray
Now close your eyes
Wake up, its all gone
You were the only one
Who closed them to be strong
Whilst most of the world cold
Close their eyes to not see
You only closed your eyes
when you were praying to thee
Our father, above
Today wasn’t that great
But thank you for life
And the lessons that lay
I know on my journey
You will send me non
Non of what I cant handle
But all, overcome
If I get tired,
angry or scared
I promise I wont give up
Grand will be there.

By Isabella Grand

3 Comments

Ann Marchant

2/21/2016 10:18:17 pm

My parents were unbelievably supportive of my endeavours. I thank them most proudly. What happened to me was not a family thing - except i never told them and that has had its own issues.
I followed science. But i love art too. My latest FB post is a work of mine.
I have got over the people who did this to me. What I can't get over is that 39 years later my brother has decided to challenge my truth. It is his issue but it hurts so much inside.
He said to me "how did you hide it?" I say "why didn't you notice?".

People only want to see what they want to see. Its not hard to go through life saying 'la la lah'

I wished i could have done that. But i couldn't - because it happened.
I just wish that anybody would have an open mind. So I can stop feeling different.

Jeannette

5/30/2016 12:41:08 pm

I told my mum when I raped and her response was simply you " Must of asked for it", how does someone simply ask for it? These words I ask myself here and there over the last 15 years. Those words cut my soul more than the deed that was done to me. See I was adopted at the age of 4 and half.I can't remember much from my earlier years which I think I may have blocked out, but from what adoption files and medical history documents it didn't look like a great start to life. My adoptive father was my first love,my first connection to another human and sadly he was taken from me less than two years of knowing him. All my life I just wanted to be loved, being adopted into a traditional Italian family, love was hard to display. Tough love they call it, so when those words you must of asked for it, Was this tough love? We never spoke of this again.
You never do get over it, the pain, suffering and to then feel at fault that I asked for it... I asked myself that for 3 years what I could of done different to avoid this. I was and am a very strong minded person, I was made to be like that from the start. But my mind became weak and the thoughts and questions overtook my life, judgement, actions and every day life. My mind wasn't strong enough to store it away, I wanted it to go away so I turned to drugs to numb the shame that i felt bestowed upon myself that my own mother would believe I would intentionally put myself in that situation, would my real mother feel the same way? I didn't know the difference. Only recently we spoke of this again, I asked her do you remember this conversation? She said she could never forget, she too was burdened by her own words and didn't know how to repair it or be there for me. She suffered in her own silence and regret or her words & actions. I do not condone it but I understand, she was brought up sheltered and these topics were not spoken of as it is classified as inappropriate and uncomfortable. I sense the pain of regret and I wish she would of had showed me that vulnerability earlier and together we could have learnt and been there for each other. This is why we need to build awareness, why are we stilling living in the times that my mother grew up in, in a time where this is not spoken of as it is uncomfortable and inappropriate. We are no longer in those times we need to build awareness, to the victims- supporters and bystanders how to avoid this and worst case scenario how to be a supporter. CHILD SEXUAL ABUSE NEEDS TO BE SPOKEN ABOUT

Isabella Grand

2/23/2016 10:35:19 pm

Hi Ann,

Your brother reminds me a lot like a few people I know, truth is it's going to hurt because we always expect everyone in our family to have our back but it's not always the case. I think he definitely needs to have a good long hard look in the mirror before he passes judgement on you.
You have come long way, keep moving forward with your head held high.

Isabella Grand

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