A Poem Written by Vivian Ennis 05/18/1990
How ungrateful I have always been that is what my mother always said I can hear it in my ears In my silent night with strong felt tears
In the shadows of my childhood fears
My sister told me I would never have a friend
with that attitude you will be alone to the end
And there was my brother who kicked me while I hid under the kitchen table
And controlled me and told me that I was not able
You won’t amount to anything or ever go far
as mom screamed keep you hands out of that cookie jar
Then there was the protector sister as she stood there so proud
She was still pushed around and this was allowed
what was happening to her was happening to me
and this is something she could not see
And my father who did not try
his words where tainted by nothing but lies
So much pain so much hurt
So much damaged as I felt like dirt
The names he called me I still can hear
that is why I am so full of self doubt and fear
The Family did a lot of damage to each other
it was hard growing up the…