
A poem about my mother and how much she has changed after filth walked into her life.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 329 - Published: 07-24-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2831857
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You have made her this way
By: Keyra Blair Corey
YOU have made my mother this way
To where sometimes she does not want see the light of day
You've driven her to the point
Where she's not "Mommy" anymore,
She is a soulless body that will not even open the bedroom door
She will scream,
Like a wild being
Throw things
Askew
That was not my mommy before she met you
Everything she does now is a headache
After fights she takes her Heartache
Out on us
You leave
Without any responsibility for what you have done
Fine
Do not come back
Stay gone
Drown in a lake full of your sins
You have the NERVE
No, not nerve, but the AUDACITY
To show your face afterwards
And lay your slimy, pig self in her bed
After you think everything is okay
I see what goes on
I know what goes on
Nobody wants you here if you don't want to be
Leave
Stay gone
Hang yourself over a pit of fire
Fueled by your arrogance
Your putrid stink of man
You make me sick
How you smile in our faces
Then you turn
Even though you break her heart over and over
She still lets you back in
For me to spend time with her now,
Is like making an appointment for a doctor who just keeps canceling
How many times I regret ever having agreeing to let you even share the same air as me.
The way I see it
You are nothing more than dog waste on the bottom of my shoe
Leave
Do not ever show you face again
Because my mommy can't handle you anymore
Ah, you just walked in the door.
If I were the Devil, I would chop off your legs and feed them to the repenting souls
So that you can never disappear into her room, ever again
Leave
And don't ever come back
-Keyra
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