The Day I Was Born
The day I was born everyone would see the baby isn’t she cute just look at her feet!
But what they didn’t know was already done
I had been given away like I was a toy gun.
You are a gift from God my parents would say
But this little girl didn’t see it that way.
Oh….she was young and she loved you so
This I hoped for but I needed to know.
I searched and longed for you every day of my life
Ballgames, ceremonies where could she be this is causing such strife.
The void that was left it couldn’t be filled.
Alcohol, razors, shopping and lots and lot of pills.
The primal wound is what it’s called
Nothing can help this pain at all.
I found someone that helped me understand the hurt.
She was my Yoda and now she’s under the dirt.
The day I finally met you I didn’t know how to feel.
This was the moment I’ve waited for and now the records would be unsealed
Questions were asked and answers were given.
What you said to me…Are you freakin’ kiddin’?
This grown little girl finally got to meet her bio mom.
The little girl was so happy until that mom dropped the bomb.
“You were an inconvenience and I was mad at your dad.”
Really was that all the feeling you had?
The thoughts of hope and healing were once again gone
She hated me because I was me and I again felt all alone.
This new wound was more painful and I put my head in my hands and cried.
Because she didn’t love me like they said, it was all a big lie.
My soul felt abandoned it was dark and cold.
But this time I was not a baby I was 31 years old.
When I got home I just needed to be held
But instead he said, “just think about it she’s
the one got rid of you” was all that was said.
Every day since I replay that same scene
Hoping that what she said was all a bad dream.
But I know what I heard on that cold wintery day
The woman that gave me life hated me in every kind of way.
When December rolls around I shoot daggers at that date
Because I don’t like celebrating the day I was given away.
I don’t know if I’ll ever make peace
Because She hated a baby for having a heart beat.
By: Dana Landrum-Arnold