Trauma Carousal, Daily 42

42. Play the amusement park tune Start the carousal going round The child always wants the ride Recall the eerie childhood sound My ugly unwashed hair Crooked brown stained teeth The shame of poverty’s snare The dysfunctional disease Bring out the youth’s trauma Make it a Technicolor show Where the past belongs in gray scale To make drama, memories must grow. Mistakes that will not fade Sticking to my sides like glue The wound that mother made Am I unclean beyond repair?