I wrote this poem when I was 25 years old. Oddly enough, it still applies to my life after all these years.
Write me a letter
Drop me a line
Dial my number any time
Cause I'm here
It doesn't matter
What we've said
Or what kind of lives we've led
I'm still here
I can't be held responsible
For what my daddy did
He was an abuser and I was just a kid
But I'm here
I was a victim
As much as you
I was abused by my daddy too
And I'm here
I've tried to erase the pain
I've looked to death and hoped to gain
An end to all the misery
But even death avoided me
I'm still here
Many sisters and brothers
Nieces nephews and others
Many not knowing me anymore
Not knowing what I'm living for
But I'm here
Once I lived for all of you
I tried to be who you wanted me to
What good is being in a family
If I can't be who I want to be
So I'm here
I'll always be a phone call away
But I no longer wait to hear you say
How much you love me or how much you care
Why wait for something that was never there
I'm here
