Job's Little Sister
Job’s little sister
By Candace Brown
I would like to say I am fairly just
With bumps and bruises
Lining the inside of my heart
The mistakes of Abandonment at birth
Causing this alternate reality
Where I can exist
While being touched by adult hands
The way other men like little girls
But still fighting to become more than
A pole diva belting down tequila
Every time I realize that loneliness
Can even happen to the Prom Queen
Marry one to fight
And Marrying two to love
While both issued me the thing I really wanted
Wanting a family to call my own
My own family now involves a wife in law
That leaves me abandoned again
With four mouths to feed no home no help
Mother Dead
Her family allowed me to disappear
Like the disposable human I am
Helping as many helpless and hurt that I can
Some say hurt people hurt people
This hurt person trust’s God and smiles
Through the first half of my life
Working
Grinding
Protecting
Giving
Lying
Prideful
Until the doctor calls and says
Your journey now has changed
With no one to hold my hands
I grip my right breast
And I say what will be will be now take this thing away
How hard will this be in this Forest type journey?
Is this how God intends me to be free?
With no one to hold my hand
While Pink ribbons are thrust upon me
So if I lose this fight
Been fighting all my life
Just know that I was the greatest Fighter of all time
