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Somebody’s Something

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

http://www.jeannasoul.com

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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