ON MY OWN
I didn't have a voice
Cause, I didn't matter
I was lost in the melee
The chit and the chatter
Of whose-its and whatnots
And the going-ons
Of a teenaged mother
Granddaughters and grandson
I was lost
I was left alone
To learn about the world
On my own
No one to hold my hand
No one to guide me
So, I made do
But, it wasn't easy
I stumbled and I fell
Scraped my hands and my knees
Like Janie, I was plucked early
A soft pear from the tree
But who was there to teach me
The preciousness of my bloom
Innocence lost
Too fast, too soon
Simona A. Brinson
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