Your Gonna Love Me!

I have been thinking lately about my mother, my biological mother that is. And I am at a crossroads. I met her when i was 13 years old and never thought about her again until 3 years ago, when I went on a healing journey and found out that I had made so many agreements with myself based on the fact that I was abondened when I was born. Three years ago I found myself in a relationship that bought out all my fears of abandonment and i wondered huuumm, if this is becuase my mother left me then I need to go find her and ask her why. So, I went to the dominican republic and three days later I found her. At sighed at the fact that she was still alive becuase my dad had recently passed but I couldnt ask her any questions. I became silent. I knew from talking to my parents that I had been a product of prostitution and i knew I had sibilings, more than I could count but I thought they had all been abandoned just like me and that when and if we ever found eachother we would at least have that story in common. Well, to my surprise three of my siblings where raised with my mom and I was the only outcasts. I remember being 13 and my dad telling me I was adopted , he took me to see my sister who had at that time about 8 kids she was 25. I was really excited at that age to have siblings, that was more important to me than meeting my mom. Oh and was especially excited to be an aunt. Of the many surprises that year, I also was told that this beautiful little girl who I played with me every summer, who took my clothes and toys every time I left , my best friend, was my sister. She was so excited when she found out that she came to see me but I couldnt face her. I decided at that moment that I didnt want to hear what she needed to say and in retrospect I probably decided that say that when and if there was something I didnt want to hear I would not listen , hide and run away to never face that person again. (funny, that how I deal with llife today). At 35, I share this with you all becuase I have been abondened yet again and I cant help but look in the mirror and see my mom. I cant help but look in the mirror and see my sister. Oh and did I share that when I met my mother during that same summer, I met my little brother maybe he was like 5 or so and she was giving him away, she wanted my mom to take him. What does a 13 do with that information, knowing she couldnt save her brother and never knowing what happened to him or where he would end up.
So, here I am wondering what my sister needed to tell me, wondering why everyone leaves anyway no matter how hard I love or how much I try and wondering when and if this primal wound of abandonment will ever heal? So, I share this poem with you all in honor of my mother and in honor of my healing journey.

and I am telling you
I am not going
i dont want to be free
im staying
and you your gonna love me

your gonna love me
because I belong to you
your gonna love me
no matter how far we are
or if we never meet again
your gonna love me
your gonna remember me
your gonna wish
you would have kept me

safe from all the abuse
I had to endure
you kept me from
believing that someone
would love me someday
so I searched
and searched some more
for you
in everyone I met

and I found loneliness in every corner
I found self hate, fear, and self doubt
so I ran far and far away
but the voice
your voice was always there
i didn't love you so no one will
you have to work hard
for anyone to stay
because your not good enough
everything you do is your fault
no matter what you do
people will leave you anyway

So, I created from nothing
family in everyone who crossed my path
I vowed no one would ever leave me again
expect you were already gone
and I would forever be in search
of answers to questions that cost me
Freedom has a price
I didn't want to be free
If I ever get the chance
If I had the chance to know
what you where going to do
I would tell you

im not going
I dont want to be Free
Im staying
and you
your gonna love me