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A father-- who beat his kid sensless
A son-- who raped his little sister
A mother-- who's on too many drugs to see this
A little girl-- Who wants nothing but a real family in this world.
Once upon a time, I was a news reporter sharing my story with everyone.
Once upon a time, everyone stopped and listened to what I had to say.
Once upon a time, my life was full of light and glowing things that fascinated me.
Mother
Was Born By A 15 Year Old Mother,
Who Grew Very Distant From My Father,
My Mother Tried To Do Everything On Her Own,
This Goes Out To All The Children That Grew Up Without A Father Figure In There Life…
See I Remember When My Father Said He Would Be Right Back Home,
I am made of sticks and stones.
I rebuilt myself from those
I found
Strewn about the kitchen floor,
Remnants of your drunken tirades.
My bones felt hollow
When I learned that yours
It’s just another number, another family, another man. Get over it they say, they just don’t understand. That inside I feel unloved and denied.
The glass lost its grip
And my veins lost their insistent murmur.
My heart no longer pounding
I spoke my words into the air
My throat strangling, mangling
Sounds I would never release
They're finding their way closer.
Within this thick underbrush,
I cannot find comfort.
Delirium driving me insane,
I am the only to blame.
All I can do is wander,
