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Finally Free

Contributed by suzy on Thursday, 12th September 2002 @ 07:45:02 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Mama used to comfort me when I was sad
Since daddy went away she isn’t the same
She doesn’t call me a good girl just says I’m bad
She’s always cursing daddy for playing a game

Mama says daddy has ruined her life
And somehow she’s cast the blame on me
She rues the day she became that b***ards wife
Says she’s glad this is how things are gonna be

I don’t understand why I have to take the blame
Mama says I’m no good just like my dad
In her eyes burns this hatred bright as a fire’s flame
She says when I’m gone she will be glad

Alone in my room I cry each and every night
I love my mama more than she seems to think
I got tired of listening to her and daddy fight
Meanwhile into herself my mama continues to sink

One night drunk as can be she comes to my room
Mama says she can’t take this anymore
She’s rambling on and on and I’m filled with a sense of impending doom
Out of nowhere she pulls the gun eyes wide open she falls to the floor

I rush to her side and scream her name
She just continues to stare blankly at me
No longer a player in daddy’s cruel game
She finally has what she’s wanted and that is to be free.

























Copyright © suzy ... [ 2002-09-12 19:45:02]
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Re: Finally Free (User Rating: 1 )
by Patricia_Petro on Wednesday, 18th September 2002 @ 09:29:55 PM AEST
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Yikes, Lasca, is this true?! Did this happen?! Or are you simply brilliant at weaving a tall, harrowing tale?
~Patricia




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