An abused child born severely hearing impaired ... how she remembers her mother.
Stagnant tears leak, streak, rims swollen shut,
aching jaw, scratches, squirm on my butt.
"Momma, don't HURT me!
Please ... give me away.
I can't BE better
no matter what you say.
Do it or I'll die!
We barely get by."
"You FREAK, think you're smart, pack up and leave!
No one else wants YOU! THAT I believe!"
"That's not true , Momma!
Lies send one to Hell!
You've a bad temper--
try PEACE for a spell.
With you ... I'd kneel and pray.
'Not with ME!' you say."
"You're Indian, Savage, your Fathers' seed.
It's not the same BLOOD you and I bleed!"
"Don't like my eyes
or my high cheeks.
With a forked tongue
White-eyes live, speak.
'I' shall not break
till heaven quakes."
"I wish you were dead! God knows I've tried.
You won't stay down, have too tough a hide."
"Mom, please let me go.
With others you are blessed.
To live terrorized
is WRONG ... I surmise.
Beaten if I cry
and I don't know WHY!"
"Your beady eyes and body reveal
you're marked for life ... worthless and evil!"
"'Freak' was one nickname--
'Retard' ... was ashamed.
Born hearing-impaired
I was not to blame.
Inherited genes;
healed ... overcame things."
Grateful tears run from a survivor.
I’m no angel yet thrive …despite her.
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While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
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