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Oh, Mother
The envy of others, a gothic whore in the blind eyes of your man.
There’s hate in your heart and you kiss with greed.
Oh dearest Mother, how does it feel to be so consumed in yourself that you’re willing to kill?
How does jealousy feel as her lips enclose around that soda bottle?
As her thick dark locks lay around her in her hospital bed?
Oh Mother, you must feel like a queen as you have him kiss your fat feet. He sleeps next to a monster who should’ve been sent to prison.
Your rage broke his heart and your numbers left him heartless.
Drug addled teenagers who didn’t know how to handle themselves,
But you’re the worst.
A show of love in your hands turns to poisoned ashes.
Young Mother, You have men disposed to you, caressing your soft black hair.
You like to have fun, but all your fun comes at a high cost.
I must say, take your lustful pride and shove it down your lying throat.
Take your drugs and numb yourself for you are the epitome of selfishness.
He loved you but you turned him into an empty shell who hides his emotions in crude laughter.
Cruel Mother, you laced yourself everyday with all in the book as I grew.
Even now I wonder how I ended up this normal.
I was born Morgana Elizabeth-Renee,
A blue eyed baby who wanted to know how you felt.
But you abandoned me and never even felt sorry for it.
Every day I feel like some mistake because I could never know a real family...
You were supposed to love me, I came from you!
I’m not some animal you can toss aside while you drink your own blood, worshipping our God.
Our horns are are set a world apart as you blaze for your heartlessness.
Oh Mother, you never cared as he went to get clean, as you never did.
You cheated yet again but that same man showed you to father.
Father cared, Mother.
Father wanted me in his life but you gave up only after a little while.
You changed yourself for court but you knew deep in your cold heart I never mattered to you.
Amanda… Your death seems like my release.
I’m glad I never met you with a memorable conscious.
You died a pathetic excuse for a human being.
Your overdose shows all how hopeless you were. How horrible you had become.
Amanda, you are not my mother.
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I wrote this about my mom and who she was as a person.