Change - Poem by Abina Baveghems
When I was six I saw my father for the first time
He wasn't there to watch me grow or teach me nursery rhymes,
I'm not complaining because my mother was a good teacher
Although sometimes she'd abuse and beat you,
I stopped counting the amount of men hat came in and out of her life
And god knows how many of them promised to make her their wife,
I was accused, abused, refused, misused, ill-treated
It left even me wondering why I was conceited,
The church never gave me even a little satisfaction
All they said was follow 'his' plan and make a holy transaction,
No one helped me! , no one felt me! , no one cared!
It made me, this little girl want to disappear! ,
You would think I might have found myself after all these years?
But the truth is I'm even more lost than I was before,
Standing in-front of you the person that my mother used to be
No, standing in-front of you the whore that my mother was to me,
Only now I'm accused, abused, refused, ill-treated by society,
Yes I see the way my children are looking at me
Neglected, in scorn, angry and hungry,
Hell! , why should I care what happens to them?
They'll probably turn out just like me,
Whoring just like me,
Abusing drugs, just like me
school drop outs, just like me
Confused, just like me.
If my father had stayed maybe he could have ended this cycle,
Make my children not be scorned by sinners with a bible,
Let his baby girl know that abusing drugs isn't the way to go
Let me know that I don't have to be abused by the hands and mouth of a man,
Make me understand that I don't need a man to make me feel needed,
I don't need a belt in had to make me feel appreciated.
Guess we all know how this story is going to end
Because it has happened before time and time again,
Everyone should stop throwing stones from glass houses,
Stop cheating on their spouses with spouses,
And focus more on breaking the cycle,
Change is what we need.
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