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Single Mothers Child
Lyrics to my spoken word Poetry.
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I don't know about you or anybody else in the room about the events of their childhood but I might know a little of my bestfriend's whose childhood happened to be bliss yet God ironically putting her together with me whose childhood didn't even get a kiss of THIS.
My childhood shuttered by the the the 3 statements.
1) What is wrong with you?
2)Grow up!
3) Your old I don't need to tell you that.
Lately I find myself smiling when I see children playing because I never got to know what that felt like because of statement 2, I grew up. And embracing the statement games are for children I turned away from friends and play.
I am not clumsy because I fear to hear statement 1. That first question really got me into thinking. How five words could Kill a child in the form of a question that will get them navigating their unmatured brains for what is wrong with them. How I drew back from the world because I had heard that statement so much that it cut through me like a double edged sword and I now know how the word of God touches and moves people. Oh! Lord that question cut me, moved me and hurt me.
I grew up so mature because I was told that I was old enough to do everything right. Statement 3. At timesI got childish, with my brain trying to adjust to THIS life and this question really HIT me. I was eight for Child's sake.
I don't blame the Sayer of this statements you see as a single mother trying to raise and provide you meet circumstance of anger tough love with no pride.
So I didn't write this poem to talk about me but the words of a single mother. I didn't take them as the rest do, into anger but to the Lord my Father.
My father held me like no other and taught me how to treat my mother and how to take her words.
First, I cut off from the world I found out some things that maybe people saw or didn't and I corrected them. That made me a better person despite my situation.
Second,"I grew up! " I had claimed. Abah Father ! convinced me that I am still growing to make my mama proud one day. Make her happy one day.
Laugh one day.
Cry one day. Growing up mentally, spiritually and physically is a journey and I heard this and used this to heal me.
Thirdly, I learnt responsibility and how to be independent and that not even once in a day will I find things already done for me whether I am old or young.
I learnt to tell myself the things I need to and not do.
I learnt to make wise choices.
Stand a little longer my sister and brother it's all worth it in the end. Some of it more valuable. Hold on HE will find you and father you into the greatest you.
© Alesi Giorgette
🖤🖤🖤
I don't know about you or anybody else in the room about the events of their childhood but I might know a little of my bestfriend's whose childhood happened to be bliss yet God ironically putting her together with me whose childhood didn't even get a kiss of THIS.
My childhood shuttered by the the the 3 statements.
1) What is wrong with you?
2)Grow up!
3) Your old I don't need to tell you that.
Lately I find myself smiling when I see children playing because I never got to know what that felt like because of statement 2, I grew up. And embracing the statement games are for children I turned away from friends and play.
I am not clumsy because I fear to hear statement 1. That first question really got me into thinking. How five words could Kill a child in the form of a question that will get them navigating their unmatured brains for what is wrong with them. How I drew back from the world because I had heard that statement so much that it cut through me like a double edged sword and I now know how the word of God touches and moves people. Oh! Lord that question cut me, moved me and hurt me.
I grew up so mature because I was told that I was old enough to do everything right. Statement 3. At timesI got childish, with my brain trying to adjust to THIS life and this question really HIT me. I was eight for Child's sake.
I don't blame the Sayer of this statements you see as a single mother trying to raise and provide you meet circumstance of anger tough love with no pride.
So I didn't write this poem to talk about me but the words of a single mother. I didn't take them as the rest do, into anger but to the Lord my Father.
My father held me like no other and taught me how to treat my mother and how to take her words.
First, I cut off from the world I found out some things that maybe people saw or didn't and I corrected them. That made me a better person despite my situation.
Second,"I grew up! " I had claimed. Abah Father ! convinced me that I am still growing to make my mama proud one day. Make her happy one day.
Laugh one day.
Cry one day. Growing up mentally, spiritually and physically is a journey and I heard this and used this to heal me.
Thirdly, I learnt responsibility and how to be independent and that not even once in a day will I find things already done for me whether I am old or young.
I learnt to tell myself the things I need to and not do.
I learnt to make wise choices.
Stand a little longer my sister and brother it's all worth it in the end. Some of it more valuable. Hold on HE will find you and father you into the greatest you.
© Alesi Giorgette
