Mother

Title is who it's about

Mother

You were fifty percent of my becoming

You carried me for nine months

I climbed out and should have ran

You nurtured me in my formative years

I developed a mind I had thoughts

My mind became independent

You tried to put me back

You tore me down

You wanted to destroy those I loved

All your hate flowed too freely

My spirit was strong

It bent never broke

You hated not having control of me

You You  You You

It was all about you and control

I left and destroyed who I was

Now all I have are regrets

But now have someone that Loves me and has for always

The little boy in the yellow sleeved jacket

I am that boy I am good I have so much

I don’t have you but who really needed you

I do my Mother the person that every boy needs

F**k you!

 God why did you do this to me