Mama b***h

By Ashley

I'm so sick. 

Of all the s**t. 

You yelling and trapped. 

Digging your claws so deep. 

I've already bleed out. 

Accusing and assuming. 

Drinking. 

To keep away your 

"Demons" 

This next year. 

Is going to be hell. 

Hell. 

It already is. 

What makes you think. 

I like being in this house. 

With you. 

For even five minutes.

Because as soon as I am. 

Eighteen. 

I am f*****g out. 

I don't give a s**t. 

What you do. 

I'm gone. 

You've already made that clear. 

I will break out of you trap. 

RIp your claws from my skin. 

Never to return. 

Thanks for never being there. 

Mama b***h.  

Reviews

[Relic]

Take the period out after "I don't give a s**t" I can feel the rage inside you throughout this poem. Freedom is elusive in such situations making life so frustrating. My mother drank. I remember going to all the parties when I was young and not wanting to be there. Not to mention the times I had to pick her up. Some people aren't fit to be parents, plain and simple. Good rant.

[Kitten]

Thank you.

[Relic]

You're welcome.

[InsanityWriter]

Powerful! I can feel your emotions through your words... This is an excellent piece.

[Kitten]

Thank yew.

[Steve]

Very intense! This had my interest and attention. Well done.

[Kitten]

Thanks.

[Bluefire]

How lucky you are that you can leave your mother when your eighteen. I know how you feel, an I like this poem.
I hope you have a great life that your mama will be sorry she never shared with you.

[Kitten]

Thanks.

[Bluefire]

No problem ^^

[Kitten]

:3

[Imara]

"You yelling and trapped." This line is a little awkward. Could be rephrased mostly around the word trapped.
"I will break out of you trap. " Your
A very powerful poem full of passion and rage. I think that your periods at the end make it work really well. Gives it a more enraged feel. I would suggest less stanzas though. Let it flow a little bit more, a stanza should be made like a paragraph really when you want to move onto a new idea not when you want a space. So I would suggest less. Other than that great job, very passionate! I love it! You're calling your mom out for all she did(not) do for you. True, no messy metaphors, no need for them. Great job :)

[plainme]

Drinking.
To keep away your
"Demons"

That's funny, I have a familiar image in my poetry and short story! Was nice to see that you also used that idea! =-) only my demons are the poisons themselves. I like it, it's honest and harsh. I used to have these thoughts too, but I think we all get to the stage, later in life, where it just doesn't matter anymore and you learn to accept them the way they are, go your own way, interrupted.

[Graveyardfuck]

I can understand this. My mother is the same way. I've been wanting to leave for years. Sadly, I'm only 14 so I will not be able to move out for a long time. She treats me like s**t and she is a real b***h. I can understand your pain and anger because I feel the same!
But I do try to calm down and evaluate the situation. I try not to be ungrateful but sometimes it's hard.
Anyway, I really like this piece. It's going in my Library.
100/100

[Kitten]

Thank yew. And I'm sorry yew have to wait so long.

[Graveyardfuck]

:/

[Kitten]

:/

[Felicity's Eve]

Just replace "Mama" with "Dad", and you have my entire life right there. And I feel the same way. The minute I turn 18, I am so out! >.<

Raw emotion displayed in an excellent poem. :)

100/100

[Kitten]

Oh. My dad is worse. Luckily I don't live with him anymore. and thanks.

[Felicity's Eve]

:) I'm lucky to at least have a great mom. I've decided to go live with my grandma while my mom works out a LONG over-due divorce... :/

[Kitten]

At least yew have somewhere to go.

[Felicity's Eve]

Yeah... *hugs*

[Kitten]

-hugs back-

[Felicity's Eve]

:)

[Kitten]

:3

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we must escape. Some homes can be hell. A honest and direct poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kitten]

Thank yew.