Poem

Jada Randall

October 5,2013

Block 2

English 2

She Created Me

I wish I could say my life was a bad dream    

A replica of my mother                                       

Good to you it may seem                                  

Conceived in high school                                   

I am a Soccastee baby                                          

I don’t appreciate my father                                             

And why should I bother                                        

I am who he hates                                                 

A nightmare, His bad dream                                       

I am a replica of my mother                                

Asking why, Just why me                                  

I am a participant in incest                                   

I am a victim of rape                                              

No voice, no way to escape                                

Hay NO amor para me                                       

Only one on my team                                         

I am a replica of my mother                               

9 months has bought change                           

My father for a son, an exchange                                                   

Yet still no brightness in my day                     

Walfare money makes it okay                          

A non-exenstant level of self-esteem

I am a replica of my mother

I am my mother’s protégé

I guess that will make me a nothing

To this world i am nobody

Other than another project baby

7 kids and 10 years go by

Why can’t I leave you behind

I am you because you are me

I am a replica of my mother

Because she created me