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The Eulogy
As I sit and ponder
wondering why you have left
and why I can't bring myself
to smile once more,
I remember everything
we went through.
We were children
on a playground joyful as can be.
We were children
who hid from their fears.
We were children
that knew daddy
didn't mean to hurt us.
We were children
that knew mommy
never wanted us to see her
with a needle in her veins.
As I sit and ponder
wondering why you have left
and why I no longer see
the light and why I am fading,
I remember everything
we went through.
We were teenagers
that couldn't wait to drive.
We were teenagers
that hated our moms.
We were teenagers
who couldn't stand our dads
beating us.
We were teenagers
who watched our brothers come home
too high to realize
they were choking us.
We were teenagers
who went to a party
and woke up in a ditch
cut up and half dead.
We were teenagers
that got thrown out.
We were teenagers
who sold our bodies to make rent.
We were teenagers
who never graduated.
We were teenagers
who didn't believe in ourselves.
As I sit here and ponder
wondering why I'll never leave
and why I can't help but smile,
I remember everything
we keep going through.
We are adults
that know
this was our suicidal song.
We are adults
who'd never beat their children.
We are adults
who were abused, molested,
raped, and beaten:
but we never quit
not even to this Eulogy.
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