If..

If you didn't begin with drugs.
If you hadn't married an abuser.
If you didn't want him to have your kids.
If you hadn't let him beat you.
If you didn't want him to give you more drugs.
If you hadn't had me and my two younger brothers.
If you didn't leave me and my two younger brothers alone constantly.
If you hadn't been home for me when I needed help.
If you didn't watch him beat the s**t out of me at age four.
If you hadn't seen him rape me and laugh.
If you didn't care what he did.
If you hadn't gotten into a fight with him.
If you didn't get depressed all the time.
If you hadn't overdosed on crack-cocaine.
If you didn't die instantly.
If you hadn't had a funeral.
If you didn't lay in the open casket.
If you hadn't mad me cry.
If you didn't have a place for me and my two younger brothers to go.
If you hadn't let us go to separate foster homes.
If you didn't want us anymore.
          I would be fine.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The what if's of this world could leave us in a mess. I believe each of us is responsible for our own mess after then age of ten. Great people do great things. Bad people decided to take the easy road. People who had nothing. Appreciate the good things when they come. I like this poem. It make you think. The purpose of a good writer. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote