Author: Wylloa PM
This is a gut wretching poem really... Its really really rough, but its a completly true story. My mother sent me a birthday card for my 16th birthday... but also let me know...Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 209 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-27-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2267420
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For ten years you watched from your seat;
As he beat on me, As he yelled at me,
As he degraded everything I am.
For ten years, you knew what he did to me.
Ten. Whole. Years.
But all you though about was yourself!
I raised your children,
Fed them, cleaned after them,
Till they slowly became mine.
And all you thought about was you!
Ten years I slaved
To perfect myself to please him,
In turn, pleasing you.
You Are My Mother!
What sort of mother watches what you did?
What sort of mother lets her 8 year old care for a toddler?
Why do you think I moved in with my dad?
He was always there, even though he wasn't!
You were there!
But You DIDN'T CARE!
How could you do this to me?
You have done nothing to make me love you.
And until I got your card,
I HATED You.
But then you sent me a phony Halmark card
(HALMARK CARD DAMMIT!)
That said everything so perfectly.
I just don't understand why you did nothing.
You. Did. Nothing!
Why mommy? Why?
Why do I love you Mommy?
And why didn't you tell me the truth?