2 April 2022 MM Poem Dedication to Women
Living With Chronic Anxiety
1. I remember my life when I was a carefree little girl
Who moved from the location I was born to live at our own land?
The place was Ga-Ga Street that my brother ASHTER named Palmetto Close
The most abiding memory that stands out for me
Was running from where we live and falling at the entrance of the Street
Cutting my forehead open on the stone protruding from the ground
2. I am sure I got up went back home and have the scar as proof
I have concluded this was a chance to build my resilience
That was to see me survive one adversity after another
There were many challenges to follow
Which were part of the TRUAMAS I experienced
With each disaster I created I was helped to carry on
3. I learned to cook gathering stuff from the garden
But not knowing the laws of nature I suffered for my ignorance
And refuse to eat certain foods
There was the time dad had to cut the rings that were twisted off my finger
I have the scar to prove that too
4. With knowledge comes power, I must have been a clumsy child.
As far as I can recall I had a happy childhood as can be expected
Growing up with a loving family in a village that raised me.
5. Being an only girl, I was more than privilege to lavish
And accept the relationships with those in my family network
I enjoyed the things that were part of my transitional development
(I have recorded some of my cherished moments growing up ) x2
6. I am still trying to work out when my life was turned upside down
That is the time I changed from the fearless Tom Boy
To a panic-stricken little girl who was shy and covering up my nervousness
7. If a child lives with ridicule it learns to be shy
I can recall my first panic attack when an old man threatened me
For my cheekiness in taking up a dare
8. My Personal Challenges over the next 10+ years did not help
If a child lives with criticism it learns to condemn
I turned my anger unto my father’s God for allowing him to suffer
And stopped going to the Townhead Baptist Church where I did not feel I belong
9. If a child lives with shame it learns to be guilty
If a child lives with security, it learns faith
The discrimination of the past 7 years stripped me of my dignity
As the SYSTEMS colluded to make me a criminal in the eyes of the laws
How do I come to terms with what happened to me after experiencing bereavement and losses?
10. If a child lives with hostility it learns to fight
If a child lives with tolerance it learns to be patient
I am back to when I was a child carefree little girl
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