To:My Mom

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: House of Ghosts

Submitted: May 27, 2017

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Submitted: May 27, 2017



I feel like I'm living in hell with a family who don't know who I am.

Our Mom wasn’t the best even when her life had just began

She walked away from us, she lied


I’m still alive.

No, you weren’t you were dead inside!

So please quit lying or else you’ll really die!

She never listened It's not a surprise,

I mean she is a meth head I couldn’t stop her if I tried.

Our dad did the pleasure of taking us away; we’d visit her every other day.

Then she married an evil man who slit our legs and put bags over our heads!

We were only 9! How could they?

In court, she only came over a phone and testified sayin it was all a lie!

The ones you brought life you made cry!

The last time I saw her was first grade,

I was only 9 and she told me

That she loves me and she would never disappoint me.

Her husband died in 2014 from a stab wound to the chest

4 years later we got the call, she went to jail for sellin drugs.

We haven’t seen her for 7.5 years and

We’ll have to wait 6 more.  

I just want to tell her I still love her

But I don’t know if I can do that anymore.  

To this day I still have nightmares about the way they treated us

From mental to physical.

For some odd reason, I still find it in my heart to love her

Even though she never loved back.

But without her, I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m in today

With my dad and a family that now knows me.


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