Freedom From Deception
"So what are you now?
Arabic and Puerto Rican or Irish and African American."
I do not know and I have not known for eighteen years of my life.
And I do not care if I go on to another nineteen to twenty years.
Nobody ever cared and they are never going to care about who I am, or who I am
going to become.
I was raised by demons summoned from the depths of this earth to rape me of
my innocence.
I always asked myself what have I done to deserve what I have suffered in the
hands of the ones, who were supposed to love me.
But even those whose task is to love fail in their duties, and only live to cause
pain and suffering in an individuals life.
Then as I thought freedom had come to me at last, it was the worst of my worries.
With this freedom came deception and displacement in a family that were not
sure if loving me, and accepting as family, was the right thing to do.
A family that like the other destroyed me.
I had raised myself like a savage cub on it’s own; surviving was my prerogative.
Pleasant memories I do have; memories I keep within me like a pirate’s treasure
of love.
These memories are what help me to keep constant hope and survive in my
world.
A world so immense and no time to waist; a world filled with streets of demonic
influences that anchored me down.
To walk alone was what seemed as my destiny; but there within this despair I
met love.
Love that reigned in the inner most part of my heart.
Touched by your mystery and beauty I was caught in an unbearable trance.
You showed me the way to heaven and you gave the plea of a second chance.
Copyright © Annie Olano | Year Posted 2006
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