Moma can you hear me?
Its your demon child
your black sheep
Can you hear me now?
My tattered and shattered soul
my wrecked and blacked heart
calling from the deep despair
calling out for your love
at night i used to ask myself
was it some gitch in me you hated so much
but after that final time that final slap
i realized your love is just a need to hate
masked as your twisted"love"
Moma can you hear me?
Its your demon child
your black sheep
Moma can you hear me now?
my tattered and shattered soul
calling from the deep despair
Author notes
well i just got issues with my mom
A contest entry
- For Our Parents by WhiteAngelCake.
700 points, ended August 18, 2008, 28 entries
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This was a great poem, but really sad. I have friends that tell me, they hate their mother. Really sad...
Thank you for entering my contest, and good luck. *claps*
-WhiteAngelCake
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