My Family Poem by TaBresha Bozeman

All families are not the same
My story must unwind
So I am willing to tell my story
Because I haven't much time

Mother was quite the con artist
And slept with men for money
Grandmother says to obey this role model
Now ain't that funny

Older sister contracted disease
That she can't get rid of
Following my mother's foot steps
Mistaking abuse with love

My oldest sister was my hero
Then she left me high and dry
As her foot step upon the train
Then I began to cry

Now there's my dad
Who's promises are always false
Never caring for the action of his kids
Not knowing their life it'll cost

The love of my life promised endless love
In that I truely believe
Then he drunkly pass me to his friends
Then I learned he lied to me

My mother's boyfriend
Began to experiment crack
Constantly making passes at me
And my mother took him back

My dear young brother
Flying out of control
Constantly going into outrage
And me playing the mothering role

When granddaddy died
it took my joy and smile
So for the days on in
I'd wear this fake one for a while

Grandmother always judged
as the disobedient child
So for all these years I blame myself
And began to become wild

The rest of my family was MIA
Forgetting about the rest
But knowing how disappointed they are of me
Forgetting me is probably best

For years have passed
On my shoulder, I've weighed the weight of all
So I only look forward to next year
For that's the year I fall

I've accomplished my purpose in life
To worry and to love
Now I think I'm better off
With the Lord above

So as the pain dim on my life
And the water fall began to form
The chilling, hurt of the world
Would melt in the warm

So in my heart I love them all
But they have a lot to learn
And in order for them to understand love
One of us must get burned

Its me...