In the deepest recesses of my mind are places
so dark I won't even let myself go there
I am afraid if I go I will not be able to get back
sometimes I have to make a physical effort
to keep control of my emotions and actions
I want to say and do things which would hurt
things which I would never be forgiven for
I want to tell my children just exactly
what I think of them and their daddy
God Help Me
I wanted to tell my mother before she died
just how mean and unfair she had always been
with me and my family, and how lenient she
had been with my brother and sister
I wanted to tell my daddy, his little girl who
he beat with a wet rope that I had needed
him but was too afraid to go to him
I didn't know if he would help me or hit me
I have wanted to damn God to Hell for the
things he lets happen to us here on earth
and ask him why he has made it all but impossible
to ever inter Heavens doors
and why he made woman second rate
to have to follow behind her man and be
his helper and subservient wife
These are the dark places I can go
but I don't because I have a choice
and I choose not to damn myself.










LISA




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