Come home Mama
I miss you
What do I mean, you ask?
My mama dyed my hair
My mama took me to get my nails done
My mama would slit her throat before she laid a hand on me in an angry way
My mama was there everyday to ask how my day went
My mama made sure we were a family, not tore it down
I don't know who you are
But I want my mama back
YOU ARE READING
Family Is Never There
PoesíaPoems about my family and the things I've been through with them.
