To A Woman named "Birthmom"
There is a hole inside me
It is so tiny and small
Miniscule
Really
Like there's nothing there at all
It feels brand new, try to see
But it's laid dormant for years
There's this ache
No really
I've got to control it before I fall
There is a longing to know
What runs though my veins daily
Who am I
Please tell me
I was too young to recall
I've grown up, yet I feel low
Rejection does not sit well
Most days
But I'll recover soon
Trying to see that it's not you who left me
We just weren't meant to be
And that's okay
Because
Through the wind and the rain
Throught the dust and the pain
Mom and Dad molded and loved me
And I have someone who adores and trusts me, he
would never give up and he would never give in
But what you did was not a sin
You gave me one chance
To sing and to dance
You let me live to see the day
And I've got one thing to say
I am who I am
There is no "misunderstand"
Someday I'll show the world I can be
A wonderful mother
A wondeful wife
And I'll have my own family