THREE

A year passed by and I turned three

My mom finished school and stayed home

Mema went back to work and left me

With a crazy woman whose mind tends to roam.

 

She beat me once with a leather strap

For failing to write the alphabet

My whole life had changed, i was in a trap

Missing Mema’s love, stuck in my mother’s net.

 

She took my daddy back this year

Wanting no longer to be alone,

He was not a nice person, I fear.

We were better off when he was gone.

 

She was with child and next year my sister came

They moved us away from my Mema and changed the whole bloody game.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *