Dear, Poetry

Dear Mom,

I hate the people give you is calamitous.
The hate you receive everyday shouldn't be given.
How come you are hated.
Is it because of your self love.
Did you do something bad to those people.
Can you tell me why.
Why?
Why you cry softly, so nobody can hear you.
Why?
Tell me why, you get angry and start cussing me out.
Is it because you want me to do better, look better, be better.
I'm tryin just know that I'm tryin.

6 years old

I remember when you and daddy got into arguments.
It was hard for me to be in the same house as y'all scream and yell.
Why. Oh why couldn't y'all agree to disagree.
I use to cry at night.
It was hard to not cry.
I was emotional but that doesn't give me the answer to why?
You might not tell me now or later.
Shit'd, I wish y'all stop it... stop it... stop it.

10 years old

Yea. I been growing.
In this quiet but surprising home.
I moved to a new school.
Well, you know this because you move me there.
I with all this niggas who are tryin to get in my underwear.
Just nasty and pure hell.
I haven't even started my period.
Why? Do I come home and you are sleep.
Is it bad enough I don't see you ever day.
Now, you are sleep and not talkin.
I simply want my mom to stop sleeping and be there for me.

But Dear Momma,

Can't you just tell me why.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why you are sad, broke down, smiling, mad, and most importantly happy.