Chattel married woman who could not choose;
Whether her husband or son she would lose.
Shocked, you might be, at this real Sophie’s Choice.
Though, sadly, this woman had sold her voice.
Sold it for the shield of an angry man.
Towards Stockholm Syndrome she happily ran.
Then came their progeny; first of three.
The first they got was a precocious me.
Twelve years hence; fighting to get away loose.
Half mad from isolation & abuse.
I had seen before; she’d never decide.
Wouldn’t be me; so I tried suicide.
That drew in the eyes of social workers.
Perfect result for parenting shirkers.
Not there to resent & cheaper to boot?!…
That’s why this seed grows away from that root.
L.B.Stowe 