Sometimes there aren't enough words
Countless days worrying vs living
Watching families being "families"
Troubling gazes from these strangers
My children n me r not seen in their light
A comment here or there on the kids
Especially how their behavior changes with me
Humorous when my children are complimented yet I'm looked past
Always the confused look at my tattoos and piercings
Well, they are mine and all chosen for a purpose
Did I get them for attention from strangers?
Sadly, no, they each tell their own story
If you put all the pieces together, you get ME
Maybe these gazes of fear, confusement, etc
Shall decrease as my children will tell their stories
My oldest plans to cremate me after taking a picture of each one
So, their stories will differ from the age differences
But where do I belong when with any application, I'd have to lie
They always ask about health, etc
Every test would fail me, even those with which I have degrees
I also have a past
We all do
Mostly it differs on whether or not you get caught
I've seen many get away with murder
I stole medicine and food, got protective orders, have been evicted for standing up for tenants' rights
So where do I belong?
Somewhere to be loved unconditionally, no fear and a place to be the mom I am....
Created: May 18, 2017amandaloubernal34 Document Media