KAREN
We talked and talked, thank you so much
for talking with me , for hearing for letting me cry
For understanding and not telling me goodbye…
Or not saying my thoughts were crazy or wrong.
For letting me come by and visit, Thanks…
We were able to figure ,an answer stumbled upon.
Why it hurts so bad inside, why it feels so like a crime
Is because threw it all . I was treated like a criminal
Followed and video taped, tapped my phone to listen
Dragged to court for trail by jury.. where everything
Was shown and thrown around.
And no one really cared about me
Or how it hurt or how I felt.
They took my pain poems too back then
For the court. Never gave them back
That is what hurts so much right now
My poems were not for anyone but me
To get me out and to set me free
From the pain and the dark and the mean
They were my gold they were my blood
They were me every one of my poems ME.
How did you like me on paper? Where are you keeping me ?
Am I sitting in a file drawer or in a dark closet?
I am not a criminal , but humanity showed ,
I was treated like such. And this is why I don’t fit in
We talked and talked and the answer came
Thank you dearly My girlfriend.
I understand it now and can work
To get past… get past the past.