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Apr 13, 2005 19:37

A true Mother: A Poem of Lies

My Mother, the one who gave me life,
you never shot heroin into our vains
as i was a fetus in your womb.
you never drank hard liquor to silence my cries.

my mother the one who was supposed to urish me,
you never left me in a crib for hours even days.
you never brought strange men home to pay for the food and cloths that you bought.
you never brought me into a store to still for you.
you never took me to my grandmothers home to grab change from her change jar, for your next fix.
you knew how to love.

my mother the one who was supposed to care for me,
you never went for a walk, not returning for days as your new born baby girl lying alone,
hungrey for love in your bed.
you never lay in the middle of the kitchen floor, coverd with your own lives mistakes,
waiting for me to clean them up.
you took me away from danger
you took me away from a life a child should never see or hear.
you didnt do the one good thing that any mother would do; let me go,
away from you.
mother, you are responsible for the young man i am today.
you knew how to love.
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