Heard this song and I started crying before too long
The words hit me right in the heart
I’ve always been somebody’s something
And never just me
I was my Daddy’s little half bred
My momma’s doll to dress as she pleased
Mema’s “change of life” baby that she raised
I was the very first or the very last
Depending on who you asked
I became a wife
Way too young
Before I even knew
Who I was
It didn’t take all that long
For the day to come
That I become a mom
Over and over
Over and over, again
I poured my heart and soul
Into raising them right
Giving all the love in all the right places
Then before I knew what to think
In a heartbeat I became
One more name
One more role to play
Something else to somebody else
These are things I wouldn’t change
For the life of me
But I can’t help but wonder
Who else I am
What could I be
Where would I like to go
What would I see
Which words are my own
What am I, really
Besides somebody’s something
Jeanna’ Mead
8 38 a.m. 10.21.19
Jeanna' Soul 
Leave a comment