Erasure

You erased me

When you took me to court

At the age of ten

And told the judge

“Christine is not wanted”

You erased me

When you gave me

An album of my short childhood

And walked away

As though that would appease me

It hurt more than

You’ll ever know

Or begin to understand

But I know you don’t care

You erased me

When you threw my belongings out

Took me from my sister

And told the neighbours

Christine is dead

You erased me

Or I should say

You tried to erase me

And you almost won

But I arose from the ashes

And made my own name

Made my own community

family and

My sister is back in my life

You erased me

Or tried to

But I have won