Mother/ Devil/ Who Knows????

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    Mother/ Devil/ Who Knows????
    I asked my mom for love

       I asked for her to care

        She gazed upon me and laughed

       You have no mother here

      Her drugs and her men are all the ones she loves

       Money is all she loves

       Who cares about her kids

       I grew within sadness and pain

      So did the little ones after me,

       She walked away again today

      She left me with these tears, that i hold inside

        She ignored my cries

     She chose to see a different truth

      Not the one,I went through in my life

      Still, I yet cry at night

      With the nightmares of the past

       Hoping for better days
     
          I stand up at last

       Yet after all, she is wicked, rotten inside and out

     
     I ask why

       She says its a lie

       I plead for understanding

      She laughs, and says get over it at last

        I am no longer responsible, I Say!!!!!

      She looks at me with frozen eyes

       We all wonder what evil is

       I've seen it face to face

       To sad to say

        She gave me away

       My own mother its true

      Is the devil, its no lie
     
          I ask myself, how can this be?

       I refused to see who hid inside those eyes

       I just caught the cold glare, struck upon me as a lightning flash, A cold splash

    Now I know, she sparks the flames of hell

      Oh God save me

      From the devil

      The one who made me

        Who can I turn to now?

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    StandingBear commented on Mother/ Devil/ Who Knows????

    02-28-2011

    A very well written piece depicting an unacknowledged tragedy from your mom. Hang in there Aysha, there is a balance on a path you can walk. .. StandingBear
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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