Mommy called me names today.
Stupid, Retard, Braindead.
I tried to make her proud i made a 99 on my test.
Mommy hit me again today
was it something I said
I was a good girl, I even made my bed.
Mommy is mad again today.
she yelled and screamed and hit me with her gold ring.
Mommy did something bad today
the doctor said i wont wake up.
Mommy why'd you lie your the one that had the gun...
Why mommy why
Author notes
this isnt good but its an outlook tell me how to improve it will ya
fill in the blank and get a goody
Comments
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sad poem..
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Thats sad..... great but sad
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I would put it more in a dialouge form with your mother with quotes in a few places like she is actually yelling at you, that would make it more expressive...well written...much <3..scars.
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