How Was I Suppose to Know

She handed me, this clay.

She treated me like, I was no one’s babe

She beat me, buried me beneath dead -ly words,

What do you think she said?

what do you think I heard?

My inner being turned like spoiled curd.

What did you think I’d do?

I made something of this clay?

Made a world-design devoid of another day.

Its what she showed me,

How was I suppose to know any differently?

How was I to know there were others, kinder than, she?

never told me, they would treat me

With the love that I was born to receive.

All that I had for use was her abuse.

How was I suppose to know, I would turn out this way?

Just out of the crib I married, so as not to be alone.

Monsters everywhere I’d say, even on the phone.

The only time there were no fears was when I was,

Now with tears ‘cauz I’m not alone safe within my

Self, that she forced me to leave, up on the shelf;

goodbye, so long, adios!

You are ready now for the world she said: you’ll never be strong

And soon, you’ll be quite dead, “I know!”

How was I suppose to know any differently, you see?

How was I to know there were others, kinder than

She, never told me, they would treat me

With the love that I was born to receive

All that I had for use was her abuse.

How was I suppose to know, I would turn out this way?

How ‘bout you, with me would you please stay……..?

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