Let the trauma tell its toll
For all the positive Vibration.
And getting tired of sad poems wrote.
Here a quick synthesis of my shattered stroll
This is the shadow work of unrelenting growth.
Should I start from recall.
Or the timeliness of what's told
It's poetry, first memory gets scrolled.
(Beware it tragic)
Let's start with a Aunty,
That babysat,and molested me.
Coaching was stank,
Now the smell of Camay's rekindling.
Or watching Mommy pee on herself cause she was jonesing.
Taking bath with a mouse dead stuck by the faucet
Trashfire alleyways,and shooting gallery's.
Five cops and woman leave on stretchers.
Save a girl baby.
I was the baby girl, held mom's leg,so they wouldn't shoot Mommy. I think that's enough.
Skipped alot but ,
So don't get sad,
From my dictionaries.