"Song, My Story"

 

I am haunted. 

There is no escape. 

Snapping, humming, singing 

R - e - a - c - h - e - s out for me.

Trying to pull me in.

Cringing as the melody begins.

 

The Addams Family.

The iconic song follows me;

Haunting my last name.

I cover my ears,

PLEASE NO MORE!

 

A soft voice reaches out,

“Listen to your song.”

Images and words flash in my mind.

Remembering my great aunt’s words

I begin to sing.

 

My song, 

My story.

It’s a story of old.

Of the Cherokee tribe,

Wait as I sing my song.

 

Peace, happiness, anger, sadness, rebuilding

Flows through my lips.

My story, my history.

 

Adams.

My last name; 

My story. 

No one else's.

So let them sing!

I have my own tune to sing;

My history.

This poem is about: 
Me

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