Therapy Session

She asked me What's the attitude for? Me an Attitude? It's not like I've been hurt before Put in the dirt before Left alone before Like I haven't been through it But an attitude? No Shelter to shelter School to school Struggle after struggle Being mad at the world but what good would that do Because they say being black is the cause of my attitude But in this case she knew that it was something more Because my pain showed Like an elephant walking Through the door It wasn't hard to notice That my tears dropped On different floors Or that I've been screaming So much No one listens Anymore But an attitude She asked How can she really Describe my pain Just in one word When I feel like My being is a book And each day Is a another chapter All horror I looked her in the eyes And knew she wouldn't Understand any of this She asked What's the attitude for? I just told her Sorry I won't have It anymore