When you look at me,
Sometimes I wonder what you see?
Do you see the child you bore,
Or a friend whose advice you ignore?
I can not understand your logic,
Anymore than you can listen.
This is a sad truth that has been spoken,
A truth that still needs realization.
You haven't been a mamma,
You just have been faking it.
A mamma gives advice,
Rather than receiving advice.
She should also listen
To her own advice given.
Because a mamma who doesn't,
Is just a freaking hypocrite.
Just like you Mamma.
**Thank you for your support! This poem was inspired by some works I read recently.**
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On Broken Wings(Complete)
PoetryI truly want to fully publish this set of poetry one day with some minor changes in the order of the poems. I base this book based off of my second poem On Broken Wings. The poems vary from real life drama I choose to share through poetry to basic...
