Trauma Carousal, Daily 42

Written by: Autumn Ehrhardt

Play the amusement park tune
Start the carousal going round
The child always wants the ride
Recall the eerie childhood sound

My ugly unwashed hair
Crooked brown stained teeth
The shame of poverty’s snare
The dysfunctional disease

Bring out the youth’s trauma
Make it a Technicolor show
Where the past belongs in gray scale
To make drama, memories must grow.

Mistakes that will not fade
Sticking to my sides like glue
The wound that mother made
Am I unclean beyond repair?