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Mum and me...

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme

Tags: Mum

My mum...

Submitted:Aug 27, 2011    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

Mum and me; me and my Mum

Because of my young age, she thought I was dumb

She thought my IQ was poor

I was not the apple of her eye; I was the core

I witnessed the spite that fell from her lips

Heard the anger scream in her voice

Take my punishment or be punished

That was the choice

Felt her strength rain down on me

Dreamed of escape and of being free

Hoped one day, she would die!

She felt no remorse when she heard me cry

I felt the force that lived in her slaps

Used to close my eyes and hope

That she would tire before I died

Or feel the need for more dope

Mum and me; me and my Mum

I dreamed that one day sunshine would come

Hoped and prayed for a break, a rest

From the swatting of her annoying pest

I wasn't what she had required

I was the reason she was short tempered and tired

She clipped the wings from underneath me

And shackled me instead of setting me free

by the time she eased up and backed off a bit

I'd lost count of the number of times I'd been hit

Or opened the door and told a white lie

On her behalf cos she was so sly

Those days haunt me and do not disappear

That is why I am so proud of my Son

I hated her and sometimes still do

Mum and me; me and my Mum


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