An unscripted episode,
so I thought.
The max volume that I had thought would help did nothing.
Her voice got deep
The table flipped
Piss stained my pants
But no pain leaves me.This was home, powdered noses and a smile.
Always apologizing after the bruises faded away.
This was home
Random men flooding the halls. My mother moaning through thin walls. I loved all of my stepfather's ,
even when they were underage
Roaches covered the same walls, as the water in the washer soured.
This was home.
It's not hard to stay home when that's all you know.All I knew was that she loved me,
that's why she said it.
The more I grew,
the more questions I would ask.
My only question is,
'why don't you say it anymore?'
I never liked the yelling .
It was the hobby she never out grew.
And with every excuse , I could tell I wasn't the child she was proud of.
I forgot my stepfather's names, but they all had the same sent.
Cigarettes, body odor and filth.
They all shared the same wallet as well. Fat wads of cash, never spent on food. But for the two of them to snort lines. Maybe Mama would be different if she wasn't so mad. I flipped table still on the floor. A countertop covered in coke. A child drowning his sadness with the volume on max
This is home
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Joe Black
PoetryI consider this to be a collection of me. My life and emotions. Each poem/short holds heavy in my heart. All content is original and authentic. I'd love to hear your feedback and please encourage me! Lastly, I love you all. #9 in Poems
