| Some Time |
| Sometimes I’m like a child. |
| I’m scared that you don’t |
| love me any more |
| when you raise your voice at me |
| you're like daddy in the past scolding me |
| Sometimes I want myself |
| to be a sugar daddy to me |
| protecting and guiding me |
| and making the world all sweet |
| but it isn’t…… |
| so I want you to be |
| my sugar daddy |
| Sometimes I want a brother |
| who will watch over me and |
| not touch me where it hurts, |
| but instead I get people saying |
| look after yourself. |
| But, I need someone to look after me |
| not baby me, bully me, ignore me |
| but to love me, to know me |
| Sometimes I’m a china doll |
| ready to be broken by a feather |
| Sometimes I tell half-stories |
| because I haven’t lived a particular story yet |
| Sometimes I’m a four year old girl |
| sensitive and receptive |
| or a ten year old boy |
| boisterous and challenging |
| Sometimes I’m the Green Man |
| giving secrets to the garden |
| until it dies |
| Sometimes I’m an old crone |
| trying to tend wounds |
| but the soldier won’t allow it. |
| Sometimes I have |
| a sister in my shadow |
| who watches |
| Sometimes I have |
| a sister whom I love |
| and she dies. |
| At times I was a leader |
| At times I was a child |
| There were times when |
| the world went crazy |
| the property of no-one. |
| Sometimes I would fly |
| sometimes I made things fine |
| there were times I laughed |
| and times I cried. |
| Sometime I was a child |
| but I thought no-one cared |
| Some times I think |
| not enough people in the world |
| care enough about |
| giving and taking |
| and so the hurt child |
| still lies deep within |
| Written at age twenty three |
| (c) Lai Chew Yarn |
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Photo taken before being abused at age eleven