Poems

Thanks, Mom

I wish I could take back my childhood but it's alright. They needed a childhood more than me, so I became a parent at five years old. Did the best I could but nothings ever good enough. I grew up fast, thanks to my shit mom and dad. But it's alright.

Taught myself everything I know, did things I shouldn't have had to do. Starved myself so they could eat, let you beat me till I bleed so you'd be to tired to hurt them, cried at night cause tears are for the weak, cleaned the bathroom floor with my toothbrush so you didn't hurt them, yelled and Screamed back so you'd only hit me. This is how I protect them.

I let you pretend like you manipulated me, pretended to be the favorite so you wouldn't think of them, faked sick so she wouldn't be alone with you. This is how I protect them. And yet people wonder why I hate you. You broke me but it's alright. I'll fix it like I always do.

Thanks mom. The trauma really made me funny. If I had a choice I'd do it again. They'll never be your kids, they're mine. I did all I could and I raised them at five years old cause you didn't fill like it. I'll take away all there pain. They call me, not you.

Thanks, Mom. I'm glad we had this talk.