This poem was composed years ago by a young lady inmate in an adolescent psychiatric ward where my sister worked as an RN. It was posted on the ward's bulletin board with inmate's drawings and written expressions. Every so often the board's content would be dumped into the trash... My sister was so gripped by the girl's near-silent scream that she rescued the poem from the bin. Her feelings echo...
I Was You Author Undisclosed
I smiled your smile
‘til my mouth was set
And my face was tight
And it wasn’t right
It was wrong.
I was you baby,
I was you too long.
I said your words
‘til my throat closed up
And I had no voice
And I had no choice
But to do your song.
I was you baby,
I was you too long.
I lived your life
‘til there was no me
I was flesh
I was hair
But I wasn’t there.
It was wrong.
I was you baby,
I was you too long.
And baby, baby
The worst thing to it
Is that you let me do it.
So who was weak
And who was strong?
For too long baby
I was you.
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My God K.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe the agony that poor child suffered. I'm writing in the past tense so suppose I think she is no longer alive but you didn't say that. That must be one of the hardest jobs there is. I can only admire the ones that care for them.
Love R.