I remember my younger years
in a two parent home
the words home and parent used loosely because i always felt alone

i reminisce about the pain
and the man who inflicted it
the mother who dodged every punch
but never seemed to miss it

the male siblings newly born
young in knowledge and age
seemed to act as a shadow
escaping all the rage

but my sisters and i
seemed stuck in the middle
of that one abusive man
and the woman he belittled

this continued on and on
until i was about three
god bless the social workers
who came to rescue me

i didnt understand it then
so i began to cry
then looked over at my mother
and saw that her eyes were dry

wouldnt you have liked to been
a fly upon the wall
to see this tragic scene take place
but not one single tear fall

from the eyes of that mother
who just stood there and stared
like she was either frozen with fear
or seeing and hearing impaired

but as time passed
she fought or so she claimed
to get back the four children
she carried, birthed, and named

thought there was one child
who she carlessly left behind
but one day she will realize
one day i swear she'll find

that the child she left alone
will be a great success
and though you left he abandoned
she's still highly loved and blessed

and if you were to ask
who that blessed girl should be
i'd look at you and smile
and say that special girl is me