The family portrait hanging on the wall
Does not tell our true story at all
Big smiles, Dads' arms on Mama
Within us is our secret, that we all hold of chaos, trauma
Be a good girl they say, Hold your brother in the night and help him pray
And Stay... With your little sister and teach her things of the Bible
Be her role model... Be her idol
But I'm human too, I get scared of the night
I want to be held and hugged so tight
Cause this world is not a safe place,
Home is not the best place
As my siblings gather at the staircase, to wait for my mom to come home
Daddy isn't coming home
Days and Hours at work are long
Mama stays strong...toughened
By the scars of the past
She casts her purse to the side, covers her eyes and cries
Why?
I ask
Why?
I don't know either
But I'll try to be a good girl
Put my hair up in tight curls ,
I'll have a necklace of white pearls
I'll strut down the the aisle of with my head held up high
I'll try... To be that Paediatrician I've always wanted to be
My ambition
The key...
My childhood wasn't perfect
I'm not saying it wasn't worth it
But when I'm grown
YOU ARE READING
Poems of my Heart
PoésiePoetry is another one of my strenghts... I just dont get the time to sit and write anymore, these days :). ( But I'm getting there;) Anyways, I'll pour out my thoughts, my feelings and my beliefs by using.... ART and enjoy!
