Come Walk into My life...

If you
Were to walk a mile in my shoes,
Your birthday would be on October 17
If you
Were to walk a mile in my shoes,
Your life seems so perfect until you turn four,
As you run to the door to welcome daddy home,
The smell of beer is penetrated in his shirt,
Your mom asks you to go to your room,
As you lie in bed you hear the commotion outside,
You take a peek out the door,
With your body shaking out of fear you silently open the door,
You see your mom in the ground,
Dad’s hands on her neck,
As you run to her aid,
Your dad hit your mom for the very first time,
If you
Were to walk a mile in my shoes,
Time later you are introduce to a “step- dad”
Mom tells you they are moving together,
You are sent off to go live with your grandmother,
If you
Were to walk a mile in my shoes,
10
You would find yourself walking without a destination,
You are surrounded by lots of people yet you feel lonely, ` You attempt suicide at the age of 13,
If you
were to walk a mile in my shoes,
At the age of 14 you begin a social life,
Going down to Mexico every weekend,
You party, you dance, and eventually you begin to drink,
If you
Were to walk a mile in my shoes,
You use your mother as an example,
You question yourself, you wonder, you cry,
And at the end you only get stronger than ever,
If you
Were to walk a mile in my shoes,
You begin to set your priorities straight,
You separate the good from the bad,
You love yourself,
You want the best for you,
You take advantage of the opportunities you have,
If you
Were to walk a mile in my shoes,
You put yourself in the Lord’s hands,
You know he will take care of you,
You know he loves you,
You know he wants the best for you,
If you
Were to try to walk a mile in my shoes,
You wouldn’t be able to handle it,
Perhaps a few steps later,
You would take my shoes off
If only you would dare…

A Stolen Childhood

Sitting in bed makes me sad,
Thinking about the past,
I cry now and then, and she wonders why,
I can’t help it but to lie,
As my tears slowly fall I believe I’m still a child,
He took my childhood,
Ripped it into scattered pieces that now are hard to find.
Since then my life is all messed up,
It’s like a puzzle with some missing pieces, unable to be put together.
Two of the main pieces of my life were taken from me,
My childhood and my mom.
With words and abuse he traumatized me for life,
I remember as if this were yesterday.
I’m often reminded by:
The news, the rumors, the dirty talks,
It’s as if it were to be the victim’s fault.
They make the victims sound so dirty, vulgar and bad,
It’s no good I can say,
But if only people would say it another way.
It’s almost as if now, regardless of rules and instructions,
Woman has become a man’s thing to attack,
Boobs and butts seem to become an attraction for a rapist’s satisfaction.