Wonders

if I'm lucky

(abuse)

my mama isn't nice
she doesn't tuck me in
or gives me kisses until the pain goes away
I bring her a painting of roses and ink
the ones she holds the dearest
mama looks at it like she looks at me
then she chucks it away and watches me fall

mama doesn't take away the pain
she covers me in purple and blue
and uses me until the stars say hello
but it's okay
the purples and blues are my favourite hues
and before her marks fade,
they turn yellow
and yellow is good
if only mama was yellow

but it's okay cause
I love my mama
maybe someday
she'll love me too
if I'm lucky