Shaunda Lindsay Poet Bio

Why Me God

Why me God? Why is my life so filled with tears? 

Does he have to hit? what has he to gain? 

as he rips my clothes-Do you feel my pain? 



Why me God? why can't my mother hear my cries? 

When I scream her name-does she have a choice? 

When I cry in the night-in a small child's voice. 



Why me God?  Why is it I have to carry this load? 

Did I do something wrong? Is is something I've said? 

Am I just a mistake? AM i BETTER OFF DEAD? 



AND WHY O GOD-  couldn't I have a normal life? 

Did you give ME eyes- to watch OTHER kids play? 

To see the joy on THEIR faces- day after day? 



Why God- couldn't you give me understanding? 

Is there a lesson to learn? Or is it too much to ask? 

Will I smile someday? Will it be my Last? 



BECAUSE GOD...IF YOU'LL JUST TELL ME WHY! 
IF YOU'LL SHOW ME THE WAY.. 

Then maybe I can feel worthy-  in some small way

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Poet Destroyer A April 14, 2016 at 10:01 PM Hello, Shaunda, heart dropping read,, congratulations on the honorable mention of your poem. Linda Shaunda Lindsay April 15, 2016 at 4:44 AM Thank you so much Poet...And life goes on, Right? :)

Anita Harris March 26, 2016 at 7:12 PM Wow, this is so sad, I'm so sorry about all your pain, I do know all about hurt, pain abuse every horrible thing imaginable. I am glad that you can write an express your pain. I am always here to lend a ear. Thank you for your poems, I can relate in so many ways. I love your poems, an glad that you could read mine. Thank you. Shaunda Lindsay March 27, 2016 at 7:53 AM You are so welcome.. I feel such a connection with the ones of us who've had childhoods like we have..We are all brave warriors in our own way. I used to hide from my father in my closet and write stories of a better life when I was small and it truly saved my life. thanks for such a kind comment.Shaunda

Poet Destroyer A March 25, 2016 at 6:55 AM Why me God? Our strength and endurance of tears are a wonder... You've come a long way. Glad you are hear to share your words with us. The Us that still hides .....love Linda Shaunda Lindsay March 25, 2016 at 7:08 AM Yes totally.. I do this because I want my brothers and sisters of abuse to know that we no longer have to hide.. It wasn't our faults. The shame belong to them, and not us. Thank you for commenting. it is sooo much appreciated

Jai Bankson March 21, 2016 at 3:14 PM What you put out there,will help alot of others.I speak from experience.It wasn't as bad as that but it did rip families and beliefs apart many moons ago and till this day.It took a terrified nine year old boy to make him realize that it would never happen again.I was right-about me and my brother-Made things ten fold on my mother.You are something else to write this down,not many can and you did it very profoundly.Thank you for sharing such a powerful and private poem. Jai Bankson March 21, 2016 at 4:18 PM I LOVE YOU!!you rock..Your going on my fav's and thank you Sis!!! Shaunda Lindsay March 21, 2016 at 3:32 PM That is so, so kind of you to say Jai. I think if it can rip families apart then it was terrible. What a brave 9 yr old boy you were. Like me, i can sense the guilt you may feel over your mother. But can you imagine the guilt she would have if you'd never told? I feel such a connection to every child who's been hurt like us. If my story can help one person know, it wasn't their fault, they hold no shame, then I'd tell it a thousand time. Thanks again little brother.

Elizabeth Alexander March 18, 2016 at 3:42 PM hi sis, I feel the pain and anguish in this write. dont know if it was God , but you had a "safe place" to mentally retreat to , all three of us did; they could hurt our bodies but not our minds,(or so we believed at the time), the mental anguish came years later, as you know in my case, suddenly, as the walls came down. I wish I could ease yours . Elizabeth.xxx