My Birthday.

"Sometimes, the world is dark and cold, And no matter what I'm told, I'm scared, and I'm alone, and I'm 5 years old. Will you hold my hand?

 She puts on her old platforms,

And says, "Mommy's still a fox,"

But Mommy's got no clue that she looks like Courtney Cox,

She's thinks that she is cute,

'Cause she's got a skinny tummy.

I can't have friends over,

'Cause she starts actin' funny.

 

I'm fourteen years old,

And people call my mom a "cougar."

I don't know what that means but I prefer the word "s**t."

She thinks she is still young,

'Cause she hasn't married yet.

I've never met my Dad,

But I'm letting her forget.

 

Mom listens to the Spice Girls,

In her blue convertible.

She knows all the words, all their names,

And their birthdays.

Mom forgot MY birthday last year,

And this one as well.

I writing to tell you this,

So, you can know what's up.

 

When Mommy gets a boyfriend,

He's never nice to me.

He picks on my little sister,

And Mommy always sees.

She just stands and watches like

We deserve it all.

Once, when they broke up,

He threw Mom up against the wall.

 

One time, one touched my sister

In a bad place.

I punched him in the face,

And he left.

Mommy cried for days,

And never looked at me the same.

Not for my sister,

For making him leave.

 

Today is my birthday.

She's hungover on the couch.

I found her lighter on the bed,

And gasoline in my closet.

"I'm just sitting, waiting, wishing,"

That if I live, I won't go to Juvie.

And maybe Mommy will go to hell

For being a goddamn jezebel.