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