Differant Hand

I cannot ever speak unless I am spoken to.

Take the risk of being beaten black and blue.

Violence is the normal for little people like me.

Everyday occurrence in this caring facility.

Very soon I will they will move me on again.

And I will still receive the same old violence,

Just it would be with a different person’s hand.

Nataiella (1972) Childho...

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The Angels watching Over Me Tonight.

Curled up in bed I cannot sleep tonight.

My eyes fixed on the little bit of light.

Hoping I don't hear creaking on the stairs.

And the light disappears and he is standing there.

I am praying he stays far out of sight.

I hope the angels are watching over me tonight.

Nataiella (1972) Childhood Memory and Event

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Am I The Culprit or Am I The Victim.

Is the glass half full or is it half empty.

Is there nothing or is there plenty.

Am I contented or am I hungry.

Am I at peace or am I angry.

Is the world happy or is the world sad.

All the people good or are the people bad.

Am I wanted or am I abandoned.

Am I believed or am I under suspicion.

Was I ever needed or was I ...

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