I don't remember everything I ate when I was two.
I only remember people that left before I grew.

I don't remember all the bad things people said to me.
But I remember people and the things that left before I learn to crawl with my knees.

I don't remember how many strokes of the cane I was given
But I do remember scars where they are hidden.

I may forget people when they move away
But I'm not good at forgetting what they did say.

I'm trying to forget the beatings and the pain
But it seems my heart is still holding onto the blame.

A lot of people notice that my peace have been robbed from...