"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