She said she wanted me to trust her
to know she'd always tell me the truth...
She told me guys only want one thing,
and it's best to hang loose, or they'll steal
the caboose... That I needed to find a man
willing to take care of me, because I just wasn't smart enough to... She told me I was beautiful but I'd be perfect if I had a small nose
like hers too... She was one of my best friends,
as she'd drunk dial my boyfriends.
Trying to help me get married,
taking pictures of me half nude
and spraying my letters with perfume.
My mother said she wanted nothing but
the best for me, so she sold me off to any man she thought willing to take care of us three. Now she's gone and I'm questioning,
if she made me this way, am I stuck
in childlike state and can I heal
from developmental delay, is trauma
here to stay, will I always be this way,
For I hope to feel complete someday...

© Ray-N-Love