Inside I'm mad why did i belong to her. Why did I derserve this. I had no answers just questions to ask god. Except I felt guilty so I shut up; your never supposed to ask about the bad things that happens to you; you only supposed to accept the lesson or experience
I watch my breath fogging up the windows pane I traced my name on the window glass fog
I ask my self did I belong to my mama or was I switched at birth
I did feel like running away
Because a real mama never be taking drugs at no 2am in the morning
I kept wiping the windows seal with my pjs sleeves
It was only Wednesday
I kept wiping it so it looks clear and transparent
Mama doesn't know I know her secret
It's okay
In her eyes I shouldn't care to know what the bad things grown up do
Iam supposed to act innocent
She doesn't know I feel helpless
Or how the does the hurt comes
Iam in pain everyday lying to myself my friends at school and my other family members
I hope one day she can stop so that god can forgive her
And that I don't have to see her coming out the stores
I hate to say she don't look like a mother
More like a tramp
Wearing slutty clothes just to pay for her tickets for drugs.
Tonight she wearing black thick high heels, a small black leather jacket that too tight for her big breasts and she wearing tights this is just awful
It only get worse
There a man behind her there a man he wearing black his timberland boots they are tan I heard around the block his name is Charles well my dad I hate him and his stupid green eyes
He isn't a nice man ladies
He's been in jail for robbery
He's known for hitting women
Everyone supposed to be scare of him
The only reason why mama talking to him because he gets easy money
And has what he looking for and it's not love
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Ficción GeneralCalled Cree second books to dear mama series second book call drug dealer heartaches and prayers You can also read half of this book on dear mama book Mild language and gun violence
