Therapy Session

by: Warfield Edwards

 This room you are entering is not just a room 
 It’s where you enter scared and exit free 
 Not from the issue, 
 But from the pain you held within 
 So just lay back, Close your eyes, 
 Stay calm, and breathe... 
                                               I see you, 
                                               And you, 
                                          And you too… 
                                            3 lost souls 
                                     3 different stories 
                        But only two people in this room 
           Tapping your foot searching for your own identity 
                                 Watching the clock go 

                                    Tik... Tok… Tik... Tok... 
                        
                           What seems to be the problem? 
 I saw him 
 I saw the color of his skin, 
 Dark and Rugged 
 The depths of hell in his eyes, 
 Raging with a fury that could outmatch the Devil himself 
 All while I lay, 
 Suffocating on his alcoholic breath 
 Not only did 
 He touch me 
 Validate my personal intentions 
 He stole from me 
 Stole the one thing that made me innocent 
 I walked down the hall 
 Carrying someone else's sin on my back 
 Like a pack mule in a pasture 
 I want to say I can’t stand him 
 But I could never match up to his energy 
 He will never understand the misery 
 He won’t! 
 And now, I’m not the same.... 

 Who do you see in the mirror? 
 I see a nobody 
 A nobody that doesn’t know anybody 
 I kept a box of secrets 
 Locked up in another box 
 Covered in darkness 
 Never to be seen by anyone 
 Trickling information onto a blank canvas 
 Like an unfinished work of art 
 “You should’ve left it in the closet”, she said 
 “It’s just a phase”, he said 
 What is wrong with me? 
 I am a Strong Person. 
 I am a Smart Person. 
 I am a Good Person! 
 I don't see a difference 
 Your vision of my life was not a lesson 
 A decision I can’t appreciate 
 There is no love when being punished 
 By someone you love 
 Or is it….
 
 Why are you so angry? 

 He left me! 
 He left me to raise myself 
 He left my mother to play both parts in my movie 
 Not that she’s not talented enough to do it, 
 But that she has to place more at the top of her list 
 Her list of concerns for her family 
 But he left… 
 You left me to figure things out on our own 
 Creating a fundamental activity for me to understand the world 
 In a BLACK MAN’s eye 
 Covering my face with a shield of protection 
 Blocking the main people that treat us like shit 
 Why would he leave me?! 
 Why did he leave me here to understand everything that I never knew?! 

 So I asked 
             What seems to be the problem? 
                          Who do you see in the mirror? 
                                     Why are you so angry? 
             Trust is my problem 
                           Low self-esteem is what I see 
                                       I’m not angry, I’m pissed 
 But I can’t stop that from making me feel…. 
 
 Violated 
 Outsided 
 Not wanted 
 Time.