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A letter to my mother. |
Why is it you still run from me? Do I embarrass you mother? Is it the resemblance of my father you see in my face or your drug dealer significant other? Is it because I cut my hair and it confirmed my sexuality that my 7 year bi-curiosity wasn't a phase? Is that why you wouldn't show up for days? Missing out on first kisses and all of my plays. I've always tried to be a diamond in your eyes yet this rock had more shine then mine. Inhaling paint to even get a scrape of your high frying my brain and unable to comply to simple questions such as "How's your mom doing?" I just stopped lying say I haven't seen her for awhile and I don't know where she stays, no saying I look like her isn't a compliment you should pay Guess that's why as a child I've always enjoyed the movie Holiday Heart Knowing what it's like to have a mom with a crack rock for a heart Carrying around her little glass dick You've been fucked up from the start Money goes missing And let me guess where it walked off to And please don't get me started on the men they're just as fucked up too Fantasizing about a little girl who still believes in fairy tales not knowing all the villains who were about to invade in her world were right next to her disguised as a step dad You still don't believe me about them But why would you? They would give you your fix And even as I pulled at your hips I was invisible Just a mistake of a Jody And you never forgot to remind me Lie to me About how fake your love is and how nothing was above me but drugs and your money The government has made my mother sick You see I don't blame the drug dealers for dealing the drugs The same reason you can't blame a tiger in a Zoo for doing what it does Best And that's adapt to its environment Trying to make it out the hood or Zoo Which ever you'd like to all it Hood and Zoo are synonymous Caged in like animals waiting for a chance to shoot down the 1st out of it And like my poor mother I just have to sit back and deal Except the stereotypes and the urge to kill Watch my own people be blinded Over a story that's one sided The survivors are the ones who write the rules but only the Victors become the surviving tools So my daughter will only have one set of grandparents and that's from her father I've grown to learn that but not except it My parents who weren't there for me are gonna say fuck my kids My mother with her "I'll be right backs" and my father with his jail bids This rock has ruined my life way before I even got here what's worse to know is how my mother got here? What spirits rattled her bones and caused her to ache and pain What was so traumatizing she decided to throw it all away The burning fire in her veins Wanting it all to go away I use to hear her scream in her sleep Or maybe she was awake Gotten to the point where she had all she can take So I faced my fears of darkness and walked to her room Only to see she wasn't alone Just her and a burnt test tube Yes Chemistry was lacking in this date But I've come to understand that it wasn't my mothers fault It was my grandmothers for never giving her a whole heart So what she had left didn't take much to break My mother was already gone by the age of 8 And surprising 9 was when she made her biggest mistake In my life She let me go and never thought twice So I grew up without parents I've waited 9 years 4 months and 14 days To have my mother back again But she never came So here it is 2 months and 8 days later I'm 18 years old and it's the night of my graduation I forgive her I forgive you I want nothing more than a standing ovation A massage for my broken body And a prayer for my salvation I'm graduating and I should feel like I accomplished something But I feel nothing Like the empty bench where my family is sitting So I make the best of my situation having to ignore my heart, that is aching My love for my mother will never change but I know nothing will ever be the same I don't want to have to bury my mother from ODing on some shit that she could of recovered From Explain to my daughter that her Grandmom was sick That she'll never know what it's like to watch it To watch someone die before your very eyes Wanting to help them but you can't do anything but cry One day I hope she'll see the error in her ways come to me for help, to chase the demons away So, I'll be here waiting ever so patiently for the day my mother is free of her agony |