My mother that I walk over
My mom is always the target of the jokes in my family learned when I was young by the men in my family. You can tear her down right to the ground but she'll still carry you home she'll still make sure you get home. She'll watch as we prosper and not ask for anything but as soon as she gets lucky we beg for everything. Her brothers don't invite her but they'll invite the other two she'll cry in the bathroom but I guess that's just what girls do. Never saw the injustice but now that I'm grown I see her butterfly wings and now they're losing control. I think a mother is what she wanted to be but she can't take it in her soul. I think I took everything out of my mothers soul. Mother I'm sorry for the way we teamed up on you the way I never took your advice the way I thought you were too emotional. I don't know if I can look in your eyes I see the pain I caused you will it ever go away? A mother is what you wanted to be but pain is all you'll take away.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
