I am your Mother, the root of your existence Tumbleweed. Will the stranger use you as kindling until you're completely consumed? I beg my father for mercy to be poured upon you.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
Born in the Barrio. Tasted the horror. Moved at 15 to a one horse town. It still had a taste of the horror but paled in comparison. Couldn't rise above it until you. You made me and who I was and still am today. Taste and see how good it is to be me. Be free.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
Hormones raging loving girlfriends.
Worried Mum. Your only 17. Too young for commitments. Come home.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
"I want a new life. I've worked 18 years and have nothing!"
So, you hate me? She asked.
"Hate's a strong word to use. I'm just frustrated."
So you hate me, she declares.
" I won't let you beat me down with your words anymore. I trusted you with my money because I thought you were smart and would make me prosper but you make me feel like a Chump."
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:40 PM UTC
I'm mad at you for not being happy. The creator angry at it's creation.
You doomed yourself tasting the forbidden I warned against. Innocence lost. Those little hands and feet I washed with my kisses.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 12:44 PM UTC