Dark hair,
Dark eyes,
Dark soul,
A darker mind.
Where do i belong in this world of light?
My arms..
They hurt from the little pain of each day
My mother hurts for she knows my secret...
So much helps she gets me
therapy, self help groups, counseling...
the list is endless
It all doesnt help because she doesnt kno the reality of why..
That terrible reason of why...
That terrible reason of why, for it will kill her to know...
It was her.
My yearning for acceptance,
My wanting of her pride towards me.
All i wanted was to hear her one day say to the world,
"That is my daughter"