My Emotional Fight
Still a child within mentally stuck way
back when something damaging seals
my fate from my past, to young to know
why my mother had to go but for me it
either sink or swim
There was no choice for me, I had to become
an adult too quickly, and so part of my innocents
at this moment just died, when at the age of
fourteen I started striping and found that this, is
my means to survive
When I picked up drinking I was in bars by sixteen
a relative stares as they pass me bye...
"Dawna is that you?..Yes I'm drinking too!..can you
say that your honestly surprised?"
Never been taught the art of how to show my
love or support to the people I care about around
me, when all of this anger I hide makes me an
emotional wreck inside would it of been
different if my mother would have stayed?
And so I promise that each day to express
my love in some way, even if it's at the
time before bed when I kneel to pray.
Copyright © Donna Newton | Year Posted 2009
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