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
Copyright © Ceeairra Taylor | Year Posted 2017
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