Dec 2015
What is it to be born into Stockholm Syndrome? You say one day I'll thank you, they say there's a 76% chance that children without love from a mother become serial killers; one day I'll **** you. One day I'll grow out of this fatal mold you've put me in, like the corsets you squeeze me inside because you're ashamed of what I've grown to be. Mold isn't the only way you can describe what you've made me the mildew inside of me feels like the last forgotten sock in the washing machine, you always did dampen the mood.
You say I'll never amount to anything, do you mean like your bank account? you can't stop buying ***** to try and bring yourself to slaughter the daughter you never wanted. she was poisoned 10 years ago by a mother that always had her hands around her neck but her face looking towards God. Just because the bible says you should taste the flesh of your sons and your daughters, doesn't mean you should actually do it. Never fall in love with your kidnapper, you're not worth her love.
You say that I look like a slob, but don't you know that being plastered off your own shame is a little messy too? I find it a little sloppy that when things don't go your way you throw objects around the room like your own chaotic thoughts, dents were always something you were good at. Will I ever fill your void mom?
You say to stop singing. You killed my little girl dream, the only thing I ever wanted was to be a singer, you turned my melodies into loathing; so I became a slam poet. Will my voice ever be loud enough to make you shutter mom!
You tell me to do the dishes but do you really think that scrubbing your leftovers will make me forget the years of going hungry? My hunger wasn't just for food, it was for a taste other than copper when sent to bed without dinner. Can you ******* decay mom?
You say that if I called myself pretty it would be a lie but didn't I come from you? but I think you're pretty too and if I told you that this poem was filled with hate that would be fabricated because I think you're jaw dropping, not in the sense that you've broken mine but you'll always be my kidnapper, why don't I hate you? The worst part is, I'll still say I miss you. I love you mom.
You say I'll never amount to anything, do you mean like your bank account? you can't stop buying ***** to try and bring yourself to slaughter the daughter you never wanted. she was poisoned 10 years ago by a mother that always had her hands around her neck but her face looking towards God. Just because the bible says you should taste the flesh of your sons and your daughters, doesn't mean you should actually do it. Never fall in love with your kidnapper, you're not worth her love.
You say that I look like a slob, but don't you know that being plastered off your own shame is a little messy too? I find it a little sloppy that when things don't go your way you throw objects around the room like your own chaotic thoughts, dents were always something you were good at. Will I ever fill your void mom?
You say to stop singing. You killed my little girl dream, the only thing I ever wanted was to be a singer, you turned my melodies into loathing; so I became a slam poet. Will my voice ever be loud enough to make you shutter mom!
You tell me to do the dishes but do you really think that scrubbing your leftovers will make me forget the years of going hungry? My hunger wasn't just for food, it was for a taste other than copper when sent to bed without dinner. Can you ******* decay mom?
You say that if I called myself pretty it would be a lie but didn't I come from you? but I think you're pretty too and if I told you that this poem was filled with hate that would be fabricated because I think you're jaw dropping, not in the sense that you've broken mine but you'll always be my kidnapper, why don't I hate you? The worst part is, I'll still say I miss you. I love you mom.
