Isn't It Time?
By Anonymous, Canton, MA
When I was young,
I needed not ask
any questions
pertaining to my past.
But now that I'm older,
I deserve to know more,
because what if one day,
she comes knocking on my door?
What should I say?
How do I confront her?
Should I say,
"Hi - so you're my biological mother?"
You've held it in long enough,
so tell me the truth.
My mind's confused enough -
I needn't blow the roof
All I know is her age,
But for now, that doesn't matter.
The reason why she left me
is what I am after.
My curiosity is more of
how I came about.
Was she a case of abuse,
or was she just sleepin' around?
It wouldn't hurt me
if it was choice number two.
For I think it would make me appreciate more
being adopted by you.
But all I want is to meet her,
so why do I have to be eighteen?
I'd just want to talk,
and find out a few things.
What if I had half-brothers,
or sisters for that case.
I have a right to know.
You can't deny that to my face!
You can say what you want to,
'cause for now,
I have to believe.
But once my eighteenth
birthday comes,
the truth I will receive.
I'm not doing this to hurt you,
but somehow you must understand.
She may not be my mother,
But she sure can be my friend.
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