Poem: The Real Me
Written in March of 2018, right before we bought the Condo in Chicago, this Poem is a Teaser for Chapter 3 of my Memoir, which comes out very soon.
The real me
knows this is fake
that
only love
is real
that Dad will come around
that it is his fear
talking
not his heart
that I am his girl
forever
despite his cursing
into the phone line.
The real me
is no longer a child
the real me
will not be controlled by his fear
the real me
has razor sharp instincts,
and a gut
that tells
no lies.
- the real me (3.6.18)