Feel talk talk not pounding away at the subject
Having to deal with a note left behind
Just for turd and giggles
Blame to the very end
Asking for respect
What this man did
No child should have her natural process
into womenhood destroyed
And a mother who turned her head
And even now forgiving him
is with the only logical assessment
that my experience be
He was not well
A man who loved his mother
with such deep emotions
This is the story told to us
his depression always alive in our home
It dictated everything
All this I can say with no doubt at a very early age I at two
have memory
I had my tonsils taken out at two
My mother amazed I was describing many of what I remembered
Even the bubble of snot that just grew the harder I cried
watching her leave
I will never forget
I believe I have forgiven
He was an ill man
young man, young boy, even infancy
My point is this
We the injured
the victim who did not have a voice becaus I was a baby
little girl, young lady and womanhood with that wounded child
that never had a chance
There are so many of us out there
As I will soon be fifty five
A divorced young mother of four
A grandmother of one
A good person who has no control other than
myself and what comes out of my mouth
One thing for certain
There have been situations that have happened in MY life
Can only be explained by my faith that no other way could
the things that have happened is awesome chilling and no doubt
a presence of utter calm go through me is enough for this cookie

He dressed to the to kill
In his best suit
I was told by my forty six year old sister
who was nine years at the time
I had left my home by then
He leaves a note calling us
"Bitches"
What a female dog is called
This was the man I was suppose to fall in love with first
Never happened
Made mistakes in my choices in men
And recognized I had a job to do
RAISE MY CHILDREN
and I did
And in all my adversities I am who
I AM
LOVE
me