At five I stood full in the innocence of heaven.
left with indifferent baby sitters.
latchkey kid with an interesting always sat the bench never stayed with the hitters.
one friend my whole little expance.
while my family, danced in betrayal.
my uncle did a different dance, for a year straight, with his lance.
continuing with my sisters and her friends, using me for their ends.
the rest continual rapping in various forms to this day.
Help Jesus, Freedom way
Not of the babdaid of the hospital nor scorn
I'd be a waste of a bed, I'm not suicidal.
just heavy from the atrocities of being made a puppet.
a mall interlude of peace.
not being taken to anyplace by a bus or the police.
just someone whom I love to sit with me. to calm this PTSD.
My MC
in the name of Jesus Amen.
©Pat Connor
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