She lied to me.
She's not the best mother that she could be.
She fell in love with a man that was a deadbeat.
He lay up and free loaded off his dead mom's cash.
Now what is an 8 year old child supposed to do when a 6 foot tall man has your mom's blood splattered all over his hands, the walls, and every where else you could possibly look.
The only thing I could do I ran
Please 911 I think she's dead.
I watched my mom cling to her life in a hospital bed.
I watched her give birth to a premature baby.
I watched my sister almost die in an incubator at 5 days old.
Test results come back that my step-dad's a coke-head.
I watched my mother shed tears for her baby and her baby's daddy's addiction.
As I hit puberty my cries for help were ignored.
I came to the conclusion that my mother loves a man and his money more than she loves me.
so I did what I had 2 do and said peace.
I Did What I Had Too
I love this poem I believe this is the one I can connect to the most. Thank you for writing this.
Published: February 2006