I had a mom once,
Not to say she still isn’t
But perhaps she doesn’t feel like it.
Can’t, want, shouldn’t have to be.
Sometimes she’s my friend.
I had a friend once,
To be in her presence was a God given grace
A sense of comfort, and belonging
To where I put her high on a pedestal.
I had an idol once,
Someone to look up to
Someone whose light guided me
And whose words haunted me.
But even before that, before it all…
There was a little girl once
Born unto the land with bright eyes
Till luck divided people she calls family
Till she was not waiting to be sung a lullaby to
But singing to escape her reality,
Fighting to hold back her tears
To keep herself fed
To protect, who should’ve protected her
To find shelter
In the fragile heart of a child
In the vile words of a teenager
…perhaps in the doom of an adult.
