A story poem of a mother and her daughter |
Why can't I do that why can't I go these are the things I wanted to know You never trusted me you say I always lied how many times did I wish you'd just up and die Now I'm the one who's saying why did you do that and no you can't go I said I'd never say those things but at last I now know It wasn't me you didn't trust as I had once thought it was the criminals and the maniacs the ones who never got caught Now I listen to my daughter scream at me and shout "you just don't understand" oh, but I do, without a doubt You hate me you wish I was dead saying that to her left a pounding in my head She stopped suddenly "how did you know" I once thought the same a long long time ago I was like you I wanted to be free my mom didn't understand she wouldn't let me be me So many times I wished her dead as she kept repeating what had already been said You can't go no matter what I won't have my daughter raped or shot I laughed at her and said "raped or shot" I'm smarter than that or so I had thought I snuck out of the house late one night well as it turns out I wasn't so bright They found me the next morning huddled up in a ball beaten so bad I couldn't even crawl "Been raped repeatedly" is what they had said oh why ,oh why couldn't I be dead I live with that night every day of my life but you my dear child have made life seem right So don't get mad when it seems I care too much and don't be in a hurry to grow up in a rush Life can be great if you give it a chance slow down, take it easy and just savor the dance |