Little Girl

same intro as for hurt.. to those that understand.. you are not alone.
I am young
everyone's little girl
they seem to  hate me
but why? I have done nothing
there's a party, I need a present

I've been blooming bigger everyday
he likes it, I see him looking
he's so old, and I so young
but he offers
bare for money,
I need that present.

So young and innocent,
not knowing the harm
his hands, old and stained,
why is he touching?
I don't understand.
But he is happy
and I have the present.

But I feel dirty, used
not understanding, so young
this must be what I'm for
for him and all the others
I can see no other way
I needed that present

 
After my Mother wandered thru, she submited this to add to this page.


just a child
    entrusted to my care
just a child
    crying "why weren't you there?"

oh, sweet one
    how can you ask this of me?
my sweet little one
    I was blinded and could not see

a busy young mother
    called by many different names
a *too* busy young mother
    sadly unaware of his games

I did not know - could not see
how can you not help but blame me?

for you were . . . .

just a child
    entrusted to my care
just a child
    crying now "why weren't you there?"

know this . . . .

always, my child
    I long to wipe away your tears
always, my child
    I would make your sadness disappear

can you forgive me?
I fear I cannot forgive myself
learn from my mistake -
be ever watchful over your own children
so you will never hear this same cry

why?
why?
why?

forgive me,
Mom(İBEW 1998)
05/19/98



To those who are wondering After reading Mom's poem. No. i do not blame her.. i never did.. and Yes.. i have moved on.. and used the experience to grow from rather then to die from. I am Stronger for my experiences and am Proud of the woman i have grown to be.
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İEAM 1997