Company D,
We had a woman,
As a child I took her as just annoying,
Annoying was her job,
Its that woman who pounded it into me work,
Put self before now,
Climb hill,
Shoot the M-16,
Nineteen seventy seven I was such a child,
No confidence,
Dad an alcoholic,
Youngest child,
Dad tried,
Training goes into everything,
Everything but desire,
Desires not passion,
Passion,
That drill wore her faith in her uniform,
Honor in her heart,
Loyalty to who she loved,
Since six I knew my desires were mine,
I thought only mine,
No one is a friend ,
Boot camp,
My hardest wasn’t shooting done that since eight,
Grunting around wasn’t with Tom boy,
Hard was the gas chamber,
Historian trauma like Assasins Creed,
Psycholigy teaches inherited memory is,
Who we are is within,
When you look in eyes,
Looking within,
We do that,
I do that always think when I see,
Fourty four years ago I saw nothing,
Writer born,
Inherited from Nana,
Published in nineteen eighty seven,
Everything said to in person or audible,
Analized internally might take.time,
Writer feels people with site and sound,
Writers equal to sculptures,
Artist,
Original,
Passion,
Desire,
Professionalism,
Mine I thank all those strong females,
Gay n straight,
But I made me,
All those tears,
No sleep,
Fortitude,
Volpine skills,
Recalling my old drill in her silly sideways hat,
Like half a cowboy hat,
But never half a woman,
Teacher,
She encouraged me,
I got angry,
I climbed what I had to,
July twenty forth nineteen seventy eight,
Fort Jackson,Columbia,S.C.,
I stood in my class A’s with my company,
Graduated into the Corp,
Everything that came after,
Except writing made me stronger,
I was in the second group of women to train with male recruits,
It was a great feeling,
Not comparible for my heart to flow in script,
Memories fade,
Moments wrote breathe with each reading,
Words last,
Words are a writers monument an epithet.
Words embody imagination.
