Dysfunctionality

“Dysfunctionality” When you pulled that gun My life it was erased Felt like a blank piece of paper, no face I had become a woman in front of your eyes I had no more tears to cry I refused to lay down and slowly die I got up cleaned myself off I had to learn to ride life as if I was learning to ride a wild horse No one to help me take control No one to run to no one to hold Like a used piece of paper, I would not crumble and fold My back was strong, I endured the pain far too long An accidental baby was born That beat child was now gone I had to be a multi-tasker I refused to be labeled an unwanted bastard I was chosen to be an out of wedlock child, scorned by others, but still I smiled I had a love-hate relationship with you It manifested through the years of abuse To hate you was no excuse, but to forgive you I do!