To My Mother

To My Mother

A Poem by Lucy
"

I wish you loved me

"

Please love me the way I am

I love you the way you are

I wish you could understand

That my soul has been severly scarred

My body has been abused

My mind has been torn-up

And yet I am amused

Because the sight of me makes you throw up

 

I don't care how you look

That doesn't change the way I feel

But you want me by the book

Tall, thin, white, quiet- the entire spiel

 

I'm sorry I'm not beautiful

I'm not the girl you wanted

Even though my mind is fruitful

In your eyes I'm just retarded

© 2008 Lucy


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Thank you, Laceyjane! I appreciate it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


i think this poem is by the far the finest one that i have. great images. loved the last line specially///there was so much of the poet in the poem. noticed a confused thought in the middle saw the vision clearing by the end of the poem. a great job i must say and probably a must read to people cause there is so much to learn from your poem. hope that you write more exciting stuff so that i come again and again to read it. i like way you have brought so much of empathy in the poem. it has come out beautifully.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow Lucy!
This is a very powerful poem! It is filled with tons of emotion. I think this poem could help a lot of young people who feel that they are the only ones who don't think they are "good enough" in their parents eyes, but Lucy you are wonderful, and beautiful!!! Don't ever let anyone tell or make you feel different! Keep on writing girl not only are you good at it, but it is a great way to get your feelings out! I look forward to reading more of your work!
Laceyjane23

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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