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My last letter to you

Out of all the letters I've wrote to you at this time, this is the only one that will ever be seen by human eyes, I tried to make it into a poem but there is nothing I can write about now days becuase you have turned my hole out look in life around, there are times were I hate your guts, I hate how you treat me and my grandmother, as if were not even human in your eyes. I've stopped everything that I loved to do just for you, I dropped everything just to make you proude of me, but everytime I do you seem to be growing more and more disapointed in me. I've come to the impression that if I wasn't around at the time you would be so much happier. I'm 18 years old and you don't even see me, I'm a grown ass woman and you treat me like a child, I've lost all my respect for you after so many years that you have changed. You make everyone in the family hate you becuase of the hatefull things that you tell them, you talk to use as if were not even there, just go on and drink your damn whiskey and keep thinking that your billy bad ass, and that you need know one but yourself becuase when I do go out and become something in this big ass world don't come running back to me wanting something to do with me then, they say Karma bites you in the ass, if that is true then you will have a hole but load of pain in your opening for that one wont you.

I'm tired of sitting here and crying because that has stopped working, I'm tired of trying to regain your trust becuase I guess thats just not going to happen, in your eyes. I'm sorry that I can't be the little girl that you want me to be but I have my own damn life to live at this point I have nothing for you, I hope of yourself but once nana has passed away I'm gone I'm never coming back. The day of the funeral I'm driving off and the last thing you will see is my damn liscen plate and the funny part is you can't do anything about it. Those will be the last memories you will have of me. Becuase the rest I'll be making by myself after that, and if it comes down that I have a child then you will never see it again, becuase if it's a girl then you will do her the very same damn way. You will build her up to be what you want to be and then drop her as well and I be damn that you do my child that way.

I've learned from momma how, you play your games. If we do something your not proude of you disown them and then we live on thinking that you don't love us. Momma died thinking you dispised her, that you hated what she had became in this world. I hate you for what you have become, and how you treat everyone. I thought you would have learned your leason with momma but I guess not but thats okay it's not the first time that I have been disowned I'm use to the pain, it may hurt but in the end I will be a better person for that, just to let you know.

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  • Jonathan ROBIN
    July 9, 2007
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    Promise...sing

    Poignant and moving this composition on the borderline of prose and poetry could perhaps benefit from tightening and weeding out some of the typos ...

    for example
    your not proude

    you're not proud
    _______

    the letters I've wrote to

    the letters I've written to ...

    best of luck


    • ravenblade18
      July 9, 2007
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      no I like my typos, if I go and change them, I change myself in the process. I know I can't spell that well and I know that someone of my words are incorrect. So there for I keep them that way.