DISGRACE
I do things hoping you'll be proud of me,
Yet you call me useless.I try to harder hoping you will commend me,
Yet you fail to appreciate me.I don't complain even in splitting pain,
Yet you call me ungrateful.I adorn broken slippers and torn clothes without demanding new ones,
Yet you call me a spoilt brat.I listen quietly to every curse you spit at me,
Yet when I refute, you call me disrespectful.I call you mom,
Yet you call me a disgrace.Lolololol.. okay this was a SICK attempt by ME, the great (🤡), to write a poem and let's be honest here, poem-writing isn't my forte.
Also, please don't hate on my mom..😂😂 she's actually a nice person.. just that she has a very very VERY EXTREMELY short temper. This "poem" was definitely an exaggeration from a teenager point of view.So I asked my good friend Likifics , who is an AMAZING (and trust me I mean it when I say AMAZING) Poet to help me modify this poem for me. But I hadn't told her it was about my mom.. So she wrote a poem "reconstructing my poem" (her words, not mine) and it turned to be some seriously INTENSEE shiz.😂😂
The poem she wrote was too good for me to not upload it here.. so there you go👇🏼.. do check it out too!
...and she wrote this in what, 5-7minutes??!!
Liki-ji!! Aap toh kuch aur hi cheez ho👏🏼👏🏼