I grew up with a strong mom
But don't be fooled
It wasn't as fun
She didn't want kids
She made that clear
We were a mistake
That cost her career
She would sing me to sleep
Tell me stories to get me to stay still
She would help me study
And teach me how to play
But with her hands around my neck
Why didn't she do it?
It would have been best
Neither of us would be in this mess
I saw the pain and the resent
Her eyes are brown like mine
You should have burnt the line
Pull the trigger and get me out of sight
Such a strong mom
We had a dad but she raised us alone
She broke her back to give us a home
But I heard her cry about us
I'm sorry we got in your way
I'm sorry I was an accident
You should have ended me
Before I came to be
You hid us from a diligent dad
Just to tell us we weren't all that
To shield us from insult and strike
Just to hit us and make hurtful remarks
If I had a wish
I would make your dreams come true
Forget about me
And my brother too
I just hope to one day understand
Why you couldn't give me a fraction of the love I gave you
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoetryScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
