Get Out of Here
I was only told to run
As fast as I could.
not where
not why
not with whom or whether I would
see her again
I was only told to run
I was incomplete in my knowlege
my gasps from my mouth
half whispers in the darkness
I was only told to get out
All she said was to go fast
and not look back
and leave them behind
and maybe they'd catch up
and maybe they wouldn't
I was told to move
my tush from the area
I was told to get away
get away
get away
I was told not to cry
I was told to be silent
and maybe I saw all of it coming
who knows
Except my mother, who wanted
me to run
from our home
our home
where we lived in the pepto bismol pink house
with large windows floor to ceiling
that weren't there the latter half of my life
that I can never look back at
that my mother may still be sitting in
but I'm not
I'm not sitting on her lap anymore
I'm running
still
I haven't looked back yet
and I don't think I ever will