Friday, April 19, 2024

Evil Chewie

All my childhood I was told I was Bad
It took a long time to understand that
It was really my mother’s projections
Of all her own embedded rejections.
She had so much rage, she had so much charm
She had such courage, she caused so much harm
Called me Evil, the Bad Seed, & Cancer,
Beat the sh** out of me & no answers
To my rational protests except shame 
For I didn’t know what, accepting blame.
But today my wife called Chewie Evil
We laughed so hard it really broke that spell.
Poor lil guy was abused & forgotten,
Not knowing he was Good til we got him.


09.30.2023

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