Imagine that, 
the hand you want to hold is the
same hand that
struck your eight year old face;
the hand that often forgot to 
feed you.

Imagine that,
the person you wanted to invite to your
first choir recital is the 
same one who told you that you would
amount to nothing.

You will learn to trust her and believe
everything she says;
Just like the time she told you that your mother
didn't love you, and 
was never coming back for you, and that
came true.