If I Could Change the Past

If i could retake my life to bake again, I’d say exactly where, what and when, To my family and fundamentalist church, To those with importance as a crutch. I’d take that offer of life and health, By taking that clinic of great wealth; Carers set out all just for hurt, torn me, Who could never openly climb the tree. I would just decide to take that blow, Which my society could directly throw, If the police couldn’t constrain my dad, If the social work couldn’t stop the gad. If the doctor couldn’t prohibit my parents, From their motorway journeys and vents, When they wanted to visit me at Uni, Every month, which was not of beauty. To accept that rehab right and fair, To become functional to toot and blair, Would’ve been against their beliefs, ‘Cos they wished for me Christian motifs. But that clinic appointment firmly offered, As Hereward College would’ve proffered, The ability to leave my parents straight, To cold shoulder ‘em with my atheist gait. So I’d change that, that day at college, When an honest answer i didn’t manage, To the question of whether or not i did wish, To see the doctor, for a needed clinic swish. My parental guardian would’ve agreed, To that rehab, possibly, ‘cos she did heed, That normal script of life and its doors, Which opened to me any path on my shores. She told me i could do just as i pleased, And life any life i wished to, she greased; She was fighting on my side, in my corner, For my dignity, happiness and honour.