Colour's .You can't touch me anymore,
To my life's experiences.
You can’t touch me any-more!
“Never again” you always swore.
The feeble me has left and gone,
Why was it me you always picked on?
You cant touch me any-more.
You can’t shout at me any-more.
I don’t hear you count the score.
My ears are new to different sounds.
I don’t have to count the evil pound’s.
You can’t touch me any-more.
You can’t trash around any-more.
I’m not there for your lay of law.
I don’t listen, feel or hear.
The ways you got me to feel the fear.
You can’t touch me any-more.
You can’t command me any-more.
Because you left –went through the door.
I’m so much stronger thanks to you
My life’s full of “Colours”-Not black and blue.
You can’t touch me any-more.
A poem i wrote in 2000.reflecting on my life .
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