by TM

Why did you have to touch me
     when I was so young

Why didn't you believe me when
     I told you what cousin It was
          doing to me

Why couldn't the ones I loved
               love me back

Why did they always make fun
          and call me names

Why did I have to become
     curious about that one
          drug that took me to my end

Why didn't I fight harder to keep
               the ones I gave birth to

Why didn't he want me and my sister,
     leaving my mom pregnant, alone

     Because God has a plan for
     me, hope and a future,
                  that's why.