As a child, I laid my head down.
I bowed upon your feet.
You love me then, the first 2 years
of life I had in me.
Your belly grew, you grew with excitement.
I was happy to finally be the big sister.
Nine months had past, a pink bundle in your arms, a sister within it.
You cared for her, and showed her love.
You bought her things she desired.
I was left alone, I cared for myself.
I grew to be a lonesome child.
At 6 years of age, my sister at 4,
my baby brother was brought home, 3 months early.
At 4 and a newborn child, they were her world and excitement.
While at 6, I had meant nothing.
Through the years I grew up.
A beautiful teenage child.
Seeking the attention I want.
And the love I desire.
I am no longer a beautiful child,
but a lonesome teenager I am.
While I sat at a sofa
In the living room
I looked everywhere
No one was there
My parents sleeping, my sister sick
And I am waiting for the bus
Suddenly the made called for me:
The bus louzana
So I carried my stuff and off I went
Sitting in the bus…
My sister and I not looking
At each other
My shoulders, back and arms paining me like hell
I await my death that is in my mind everyday
While I spoke to lina & she so stubbornly acted
I tried to act grown- fully
I tried to let down my temper
And so I thought and regretted
I didn’t do a thing to say
I did not hurt a soul to cry
Then I got sad and very mad
I wish and so I wished
If he will ever talk to me again
Its been three weeks
And there was not even one reply
And so I looked and I thought
I tried to change the topic
But it remain grabbing my mind’s attention
Oh I humph why, why and why?
Where did my rising sun go ?
Where did my angel of love fly?
I am left alone,
Not to be loved…
Not to be taken…
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