I was crazy
before I was born,
but it was genetic &
it wasn't my fault people.
Still somehow,
I was blamed.
You add the fact that
babies were having babies
& you have a bloody disaster
on your hands.
Six pounds, seven ounces of trouble
came forth after nine months of hardship & they named it me.
Go figure, giving birth
to an insane little human
with no manual given
for its manipulation.
But there was nothing
for me to fear as
they sought technical assistance
from the expert authorities.
Oh yes, help came in many forms
from the church,
the schools & the government,
all vying for control,
using their own mind games
& experimentation
to get their points across.
All were on a roll
and I rocked,
was at a loss,
hiding in the lyrics
of similar pains,
they too tainted
by their own genetics.
Love, the big "L" word,
wasn't really forthcoming either.
It was much harder to come by,
but just as devestating
when it became broken
like myself.
And it's hard to pick up
the pieces of a shattered heart
when they're scattered
everywhere.
Yet I try.