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You took my voice away when you adopted me. 

You tied my hands together, metaphorically.

I was your prisoner and slave, but you were my mother.

You tried to lie and say it was a dream, but my entire existence was a nightmare. 

So young and I couldn't speak or know that that was wrong,

Somewhere along the way I lost my voice and tongue.

Emotions had to be kept to a minimum or my response was wrong. 

I couldn't tell anyone, I was too afraid, you stole my tongue.

The beatings and the starvation I remember, along with the abuses.

I couldn't speak or tell what you three had done to me, I  was powerless.

As an adult, I can speak but justice won't be found for me. 

No one cares unless you are under eighteen or the statue of limitations hasn't expired. 

No tongue, no talk, no life. 

I'm still living in your prison without a way to escape it. 

I'm still stuck in my nightmare that shouldn't have been. 

Your only love was money and power.

You starved me, you beat me, you treated me worse than a dog 

That somebody hated. 

I was your daughter, a baby you adopted,

Someone of color so you'd feel less terrible about hurting me. 

You stole my childhood, my safety, my sense of self and cut off my proverbial tongue.

My body remembers from so long ago, my feelings of unworthiness drown me still.

I have a tongue and can use it, too little, too late.






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