2 April 2022 MM Poem Dedication to Women

Living With Chronic Anxiety

1. I remember my life when I was a carefree little girl

Who moved from the location I was born to live at our own land?

The place was Ga-Ga Street that my brother ASHTER named Palmetto Close

The most abiding memory that stands out for me

Was running from where we live and falling at the entrance of the Street

Cutting my forehead open on the stone protruding from the ground

2. I am sure I got up went back home and have the scar as proof

I have concluded this was a chance to build my resilience

That was to see me survive one adversity after another

There were many challenges to follow

Which were part of the TRUAMAS I experienced

With each disaster I created I was helped to carry on

3. I learned to cook gathering stuff from the garden

But not knowing the laws of nature I suffered for my ignorance

And refuse to eat certain foods

There was the time dad had to cut the rings that were twisted off my finger

I have the scar to prove that too

4. With knowledge comes power, I must have been a clumsy child.

 As far as I can recall I had a happy childhood as can be expected

Growing up with a loving family in a village that raised me.

5. Being an only girl, I was more than privilege to lavish

And accept the relationships with those in my family network

I enjoyed the things that were part of my transitional development

(I have recorded some of my cherished moments growing up ) x2

6. I am still trying to work out when my life was turned upside down

That is the time I changed from the fearless Tom Boy

To a panic-stricken little girl who was shy and covering up my nervousness

7. If a child lives with ridicule it learns to be shy

I can recall my first panic attack when an old man threatened me

For my cheekiness in taking up a dare

8. My Personal Challenges over the next 10+ years did not help

If a child lives with criticism it learns to condemn

I turned my anger unto my father’s God for allowing him to suffer

And stopped going to the Townhead Baptist Church where I did not feel I belong

9. If a child lives with shame it learns to be guilty

If a child lives with security, it learns faith

The discrimination of the past 7 years stripped me of my dignity

As the SYSTEMS colluded to make me a criminal in the eyes of the laws

How do I come to terms with what happened to me after experiencing bereavement and losses?

10. If a child lives with hostility it learns to fight

If a child lives with tolerance it learns to be patient

I am back to when I was a child carefree little girl

Mervelee Myers The Advocate

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