You gave me life, you gave me painA Poem by xhannyxThis is a very expressive and meaningful slam poem to me. I wrote this with a lot of pain and an aching heart.The devil was disguised as a snake So is it possible my mother is a fake? You took a knife and stabbed it into my already bleeding
heart You kicked me down and pushed me like a cart. D****t can’t you see I just want you to leave me be Screw you There was only one thing I asked you to do Love me Instead you ran for a he And then loved him Never was I ever a priority to you But I was to someone…can you guess who? I’ll give you a hint I call her grandma and according to you, is no better than a
mint She’s been to hell and back and you don’t seem to give a
damn Well now thanksgivings coming up, sure doesn’t look like she’s
getting a ham You can’t see it but others can The only person you wish to please is that filthy no good
man To you I was never good enough And your response to my objection was always “tough” So here people I tell you it wasn’t a boy to break my heart But my mother with which she used only a single dart And I laugh now because she almost had me fooled It’s now time that she is schooled Because as much as she believes it, it wasn’t my fault And by the way she lied about the assault So I guess what i'm really trying to say is that she broke me down day by day And the only thing i know for sure...is that i'm unsure sometimes I wish there was just a simple cure You always told me I was insane Even mentioned that I was vain But yet if that was so, it proves to be true that you must pay a little due For you neglected my much needed 'help' and instead continued to yelp Listen to me, my mother stooped real low and if you've been through this too don't dare let it go © 2014 xhannyxAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 14, 2014 Last Updated on November 19, 2014 AuthorxhannyxCanadaAboutI have a passion for literature. I love to write. When I am constructing a story, a poem, or a play I get lost into the characters. I become different people for an hour or so. Its my escape! I a.. more..Writing
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