Mama laid on her bed made of straw unmoving Mama stayed quiet as I asked her to speak Mama didn't acknowledged my presence Mama had bruises that were faded all over her pale skin Mama freed herself of papa's blows Mama did leave me all alone Mama looked so lonely in her red stained gown Mama stinked up the barn as she continued to lay Mama had her hands wrapped tightly around the dagger in her chest Mama finally moved when strange men carried her out of this place Mama wasn't here when the strangers came again Mama didn't see them take me away from papa and his fists Mama wouldn't know I was angry that she left Mama couldn't see me crying over her memory Mama needs to know that I think of her everyday Mama wanted to be put out of misery Mama thought she had no choice but to leave me
Now I see all she wanted was to be free
This is a really old one. It was written probably sophomore year in highschool. :)