5. What You Are

Dear Mother I hope you're reading this...

There are many things that you are,
A liar, a w***e, a drunk,
You're a joke, a scam, a pity,
You know how to trade love for money,
To trade love for safety,
You're a master at deception,
And you certainly know how to use a shield,
I mean, just look at me,
Isn't that what I was to you?
You're a shame, a disgrace,
A burden to this race,
You're a dirty s**t,
Always willing to rut,
I guess sex was another one of your shields, huh?
You're a filthy thief,
Getting money by faking grief,
Your words are insincere,
They don't bring forth a single tear,
What you get is pity,
And that in itself is a pity.
Your existence is a pity,
Everything you are disgusts me,
You revolt me to the highest degree,
You're nasty, filthy, fake,
You have nothing to give but you always want to take,
You're a failure, bent,
Warped, insane,
The truth is you played the biggest role in my pain,
You're a craven coward,
You wouldn't even stand up for your own son,
The lion came and then attacked,
Why didn't you do anything? Are you whacked?
Yes, you are many things.
You're the woman whose womb I fell out of.
That's all you are to me.
Yes, you are many things,
A sick monster with broken wings,
But one thing that you are not?
You sure as hell are not my mother.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. You use some fairly evocative imagery in this piece but I do think the tone is a tad too angry to be taken seriously - it comes across as somewhat juvenile.

[xNumb]

Well yes and now. That was sort of the goal, this is my memoir, so it reflects my feelings at that point in time, but as the poems progress it begins to show a pattern of progression and regression in my mental state until it gets to where I am now, happy. This is the more serious side to my mother's role http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/xNumb/1147428/