The birther bitch showed up
Do I put my lovely daughter face on
And avoided her like a cat to a bath
My dear guardians came to save us
But hell rained down upon them
The very reasons I have avoided this home
Until now my fears while possible
Seemed extremely unlikely
I do not blame the grandma
Only her over barring twisted child
Of whom is my mother in blood
But hardly in heart
While one guardian is very dramatic
She is not wrong
My birther chose substances over us
She chose her desires over her daughters
And yet she wonders why we refuse to see her
Why she lost all of us before we turned eighteen
But she denies the reasons we have
Acts as if a lifetime of abuse is not enough
Believes forgiveness for her must be immediate
Because she brought us to this world
Carried us in her womb
Only to set us down as soon as she could
To watch us try to walk in a world not built for us
As she pushed us down with every step we took
But of course, she can do no wrong
Because she is our mother
And mothers can do no wrong to their children
Except of course those other mothers
The ones she used to compare herself to
I wonder if she believes they should be forgiven
After all, they gave birth the same as she
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Saturday, March 28th, 2020 (13th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
