Song Cry
Sometimes the human tongue will never compensate for what the brain screams to the world
For the world’s ears are at times out of tune whereas the eyes may seem less immune
So pray that your own ears are intact and listen to what how your mind states its facts
May it coarse through your brain, through your bones, through your veins
And allow your eyes to witness as it reaches a sheet of plain
White lined paper as these words are jotted in ink
and you gain a realization that these things are things that you think:
When you may feel all alone when you feel out place
When your demons will bully you and laugh in your face
Or the hormonal rush you recieve as she touches your skin
Or the external blush when your lips meet his lips
When you take the time recognize the beauty of tulips
Or record your misadventures on the days that you trip
And I have jotted misadventures for days on end
When heart breaks and heart aches became my only friend
See people can document their roads down to hell
And the world sits and listens to stories I tell
When you forget about the ways you were born and raised
And begin to start focusing on how you were played;
I’ve written my story from birth, because I knew that we could never be a match
But with another woman I grew solely attached
When you discover your biological mother’s your adopted mom’s sister
Who rushed into pregnancy with her absentee mister
And your birth was a blister in your real mother’s side
So she gave you away to be another one’s child
Do you see my threads beginning to unravel?
Do you see how I am torn by the seams?
I was adopted. So what does that mean?
It means for about 16 years I never knew I was adopted
And in the family photos all the pictures were cropped
I never jot this to share all my tears,
I write this in spite; in “goodbye” to my fears
So that the world can see the way I’ve written me
And I look at the pages crinkled in tears
The was what defined me, tragedies behind me
I hold my pen to the sky for any arrogant giant to defy me.