When I was little I witnessed my mom make the wall red,
The wall had a dent, and there was a lump on my brother’s head.
When I was little I witnessed my mom make my skin blue,
My leg looked like a canvas with the drawing of a shoe.
When I was little I heard my mom deny me as her daughter
Yet convince a strange man that he was my father.
When I was little I heard my mom yell with all her might,
Full of anger, every day she would pick another fight.
As I grew older I witnessed my brother and sister leave
My mom casted them away with a look of relief.
As I grew older I became my mom’s caretaker,
She would pull me out of school to take care of her everywhere.
As I grew older my mom’s web of lies became untangled,
Yet nobody cares how many lives my mom has mangled.
They think it’s okay and that we should just forgive and forget,
But she’s the contribution to all the problems I regret.
I have never once heard my mom apologize for any of her actions
And she will never understand that she has caused horrible reactions.