We'll here I am Again.
I'm leaving answers to questions,
that just might blow through the years.
You asked about my poetry.
You asked if I'm alright.
Well you didn't say it quite that way.
Anyway you wanted to know.
Heres the story.
So listen closely.
I had my first son at 16.
I didn't really know how to be mom.
I learned is that all that matters right?
I was with his daddy for along time.
Except, then one day he hit me.
That was the straw that broke the camels back.
My brother Craig hung it up.
I think you might know what I mean.
That was two years after my first kid.
He left me behind to tell his tale.
BTW the reason for that,
Well her name was AMY.
My brother Kris.
We don't talk.
Not once since 98.
Ask me why, OK.
To tell the truth,
I don't know myself.
My son Jamie he came to be in 99.
His dad no better than the one I left behind.
Michael He was born in 2000.
He passed away that year as well.
His daddy went away the day that
I said "I don't think I want another baby"
I saw him after the baby was here.
He gave me 20$ to buy something nice for Mikey.
I never saw him again after that.
Well I talked to him once.
This is what he said.
"I know he's dead,but what can I do"
Well Haileigh got here in 04.
In June she'll be two.
I love her dearly.
I just fear she'll have to endure,
All the same s!@t that I went through.
Now I'm cut, tied, burned.
Hey... no more kids.
Not that I don't love them.
I just can't chase them anymore.
So You see...or do you.
I lived through hell so far.
This is just the tip of the iceberg.
If I say much more the ship is sunk.
Well anyway here's your answer.
No I'm not in any emotional pain.
I've just lived through it all.
I survive, that how it goes.
That's what I do. It his plan.
I've learned not to question why.
I just live it,because he wrote it.
