To My Mother
Contributed by
Kalika
on
Tuesday, 23rd September 2003 @ 10:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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To My Mother
I used to think you were so pretty,
That you had super powers,
You could heal me when I hurt.
I can still remember the day before my third birthday,
I sat in the window seat in our living room,
You sat in your special chair by the lamp,
I was asking many questions,
Like most children do,
I remember I asked you one question in particular,
I remember you becoming very silent,
I could tell it was a question you didnt like,
'Why is my skin different than yours??'
'It's not like anybody else's in our family.'
You explained that my skin was like my daddy's,
That confused me very much,
'But Daddy's skin is just like yours.'
Your eyes clouded over as I climbed into your lap,
You held me close as you explained that the Daddy I know,
Wasnt my real Daddy,
He wasnt the one who made me.
Now, Nearly nineteen years later,
I realize that is the last, the only,
Good memory I have of you.
As Mother's Day approaches.
I think about the memories I do have of you,
I can remember you giving me a present on one of my birthdays,
It was an orange Rainbow Bright doll,
You said that it was from a stranger you had met,
That he had bought it for someone he couldnt give it to,
That he told you to give it to me,
When he found out it was my birthday,
But I knew who it was from,
I knew it was from my real Daddy.
I remember telling you something once,
In hopes u would be my hero again,
You just laughed at me and called me a dirty wh**e,
Said I was too young to think such thoughts,
That I was a poor liar.
To this very day you have never believed me,
Always thought me a girl of loose morals,
Which you showed me on my sixteenth birthday,
Handing me a years supply of birth control pills,
Saying little sl*** like me needed protection.
Well I think I have finaly thought of a fitting present,
Just for you, for Mother's Day,
I'm dying Mother,
Slow and painfully,
My present is just this,
I will not tell you,
You will not know untill i die,
I will not give you the chance to make ammends,
It's not something an uncaring Mother such as yourself deserves,
If i had a child,
I know I would never treat her the same as you did me,
But I will never have that chance,
Thanks to the things you let happen to me.
Copyright ©
Kalika
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2003-09-23 10:35:00]
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