Of Age

I’m old enough now, more so than she was
when first she knew the sting of cruel abuse,
yet I’m too young to be told so because
of what? Do say. There can be no excuse.

I’m old enough now, more so than when she
escaped to set on my hometown’s locale,
yet I’m too young to hear who got her free
and kept her so? Why? What’s the rationale?

Alright then. I can see things on my own
through eyes she gave me. I know she was here
before she let on. She was not alone,
I know that too. I know her chevalier.

And I’m no accident. I bear his sign:
I know my mother’s father isn’t mine.


by alicia with an assist by maggie

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