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~Mommy~

~MOMMY~
9~2~08


  Mommy
you are the flames
in my eyes
my heart burns
and your love
means nothing to me

you are the
evil inside my head
the trash beneath
my feet

and you wonder why
a child of yours
has so muchh hate
you wonder why
a child of yours
wants nothing to
do with you

and I sit back and laugh

because you will
never have the chance
to fuck me over
ever again!

you can keep your drugs
because that is
your addiction/family/love

you see you have abused
me in so many
different ways

you and my own brother
have hit me
stole from me
the screams
the fighting
day in and day out
the suicidal thoughts

you sold everything
and for what???
a few seconds of
getting high

you left us for days
at a time
with not one
phone call

I was pregnant
with my son and
about to give birth
when you left
for your drugs and
didn't come back
till the next day

no apologies
I will never forget
and I will never
forgive

you make want to hurl
just the thoughts
of you

you were never a mother
to me
you see,
I sit back and laugh
because you have
  NOTHING!

Author notes

This was a bit hard for me to write, But
every bit of it is a true story...She has done
alot of other things
that I did not mention...

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  • apples fell
    September 3, 2008

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    I know how mothers can be...
    Mine is no picnic and I could really relate
    to the anger behind this piece.
    Some minor critiques:
    "muchh hate" - Scratch the extra "h".
    "dragas" - I think you meant, "drugs".
    "Stold" - I think you mean, "stole".
    "fightings" - You could just say "fighting".
    "til" - "till".
    "appologies" - "apologies"
    - Those are the spelling errors I found.
    Though I am all one for emoticons, I think I
    would scratch it out of this piece...As I felt
    that took away from the expression and your
    poem in general.
    It is good to get this off your chest though,
    as that is a form of therapy in and of itself.
    If you tell it like it is, no one can say
    that you lied your way into the next life.

    Honest and brutally so.

    ;



  • LadyLuff
    September 2, 2008

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    wow this is very deep and i can so relate with the drugs thing
    so sad but true.
    Great write
    keep up the good writing

    ~LadyLuff~