Telling us all, one more dirty story
Big, brown eyes, crinkling with glee
Uncle "H" really, really, loved me
He used to send me, early in morn
To his room, to read stacks of porn
That house, you would have sworn
Out of that scary book; "The Corn"
As Grandma, put sugar in her cup
"H" held on, to try and rub me up
Told my sis "C," one day, at sup
Eldest Uncie was morally corrupt
Incest family, so much in total denial
3 children of his own, did he defile
Even cousin "W," after a long while
Legally uncovered, going into exile
Aunt "T" refused to ever believe me
As did my beloved Auntie Chicke
Hailing from the same insane family
Torn, bare branch of dysfunctionality
So hungry for any type of affection
Fell right into that age-old affliction
Sick members of abuse and addiction
Many to pass on that very prediliction
One eve, at "Church On The Go"
How was I ever to guess or know
Where on stage, my poetry did flow
Truth was aching to be told, and grow
Asking my Cousin "J," if "it had ever ..."
Staring at me, so above it all, and clever
Uncie's hands in her undies, since forever
Birds of a flock, fly and die - together
At that table, that very Godly evening
Uncle Jim, shared tales worth believing
With "H," dead; gone was the deceiving
Untold truth's ... I was finally receiving
Just as I had already, wisely ascertained
Before "H"'s dead Daddy was named
'Did' all his 5 children, before he 'shamed'
Saddest way to become so secretly famed
At least the dick was out of the dirty bag
Future generations, playing incest tag
Not so easy, with telling tongues, a 'wag
When it's your blessed children, you shag
Can't you see, how it does surely prove
Away from some relatives, to move
Before our mental health may improve
To get into a truly functional groove
So many were hurt; one dark travesty
Sins; passed along .. can sickly be
The end of essential practical sanity
Thank Goddess, I now, respect ME!
Just tell me .. Why have I been protecting the guilty for such a lonely and long while?
Oh, the beginning o f a new poem ...
Sorry, if you may not find my Truth ... sweet and diluted - enough. This is my Valentines Day, and the way i am going to love myself .. is to further heal.
So, better to look into your own loveless lineage, before you run away to squeel ...