Hear What...?
Mother can you hear me when I cry?
Does my laughter surround you ever?
When I am on the street begging?
Do you wonder where I am?
Or am I still the non-entity?
Father can you listen when I talk?
Does my voice run through you at all?
When I am in a doorway hiding?
Do you expect me home?
Or am I still the burden?
Mother when you made me were you sad?
Did you want to throw me away and hide?
Was your family kicking your ass mentally?
How did you find the "courage" to go on and keep me?
Father when you first saw me were you angry?
Did you want to turn your face and leave?
Was your family sympathetic to your plight?
How did you find the "bravery" to stay as long as you did?
Sitting by myself I hear the breeze whispering
The questions I think float away into the traffic and die
You would not have answered me anyway if I asked
You don't want to hear me