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anger, child abuse, childhood, crazy mother, disappointment, family, grief, introspection, Memories, mother issues, parenting, Red Football, repressed memories, Sinead O'Connor, tears, Therapy, transference, Universal Mother
I was just a little kid, I didn’t ask to be here, I didn’t do anything wrong, I deserved to be loved, protected, encouraged, and even indulged on occasion………………
I got familiar with Sinead O’Connor and her Universal Mother album back in 1996. I sang this song everyday like a mantra, it was invigorating. I guess this song pretty much covers what I would have said in my defense if I were able to defend myself. I sang it for Dr. K last week and I think it is my anthem once again……………
Red Football
Sinead O’Connor
I’m not no red football
To be kicked around the garden no no
I’m a red christmas-tree ball and I’m fragile
I’m not no animal though I am to you
I’m not no crocodile like the one in Dublin Zoo
Who lived in a cage the length and breadth of his body
With a window which people would look through
And throw coins on his back to taunt him ‘though he couldn’t move
Even if he wanted to
I’m not no animal in the zoo
I’m not no whipping boy for you
You may not treat me like you do
I’m not no animal in the zoo
My skin is not a football for you
My head is not a football for you
My body’s not a football for you
My womb is not a football for you
My heart is not a football for you
I’m not no animal in the zoo
This animal will jump up and eat you
I’m not no animal in the zoo
And I’ve every intention
Of leaping up and getting you