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A -True - Mom

I know where I am And where I come from Life was not easy But what’s done is done Everything wrong Happened to me But the one thing I learned It won’t define me A father alcoholic A mother who sold One of her children Publicity gold Who knew one day When I finally knew About my birth mother And what she did do She traded her son For the cost of a car Not even a new one How low was her bar? She left me young At three months old I harbor no hate Perhaps that seems cold I was lucky, you see I always said Someone came through Didn’t leave me for dead And death would have come Based on those around I was their victim So cruel I found I was the youngest At four, you see My sister, my brothers Were older than me And older meant That this horrible man Would break them down He had a great plan On destroying the lives Of the children he grew He enjoyed it so much What’s wrong with you? I went into the orphanage I loved it you see The one thing it brought Was stability Surrounded by nuns Felt so good to me No one would cause harm I now have safety But reality is It was a different time DCFS Not a friend of mine My father, the abuser Had easy access No one cared He had such success They let him in Like he had done nothing wrong Access to me Was his favorite song The anger I felt May not go away You let this happen Do you feel okay? There’s untapped rage On what I now feel If you had been there How would you deal? But eventually I should let it go Not sure that I can But I will let you know You can only take on So much every day Sometimes there’s someone To show you the way It was given to me By a stranger one day Who wanted daughters To light her way Surrounded by sons She knew to be true But it’s the daughters she said Who will be there for you And she was there Every day She buried my pain In every way From the day I walked Into her home She never failed To make me her own She didn’t care Where I came from I was her daughter Much more than her son And from that day forward I would always be there Showing my love Showing I care She was the person I wanted to be So much kindness Is all that I see Being a giver Makes everything right In this hard world Why would I fight? I’d rather be kind In all that I do I truly believe It comes back to you And she received All that she gave We took care of her To the end of her days I will always remember How she looked at me That I was special Is what she did see

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/1/2011 10:22:00 PM
Very moving; I can relate to a point but of course no one lives the same life. Thankvs for the comment and yes you can have a nap lol
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