She knows nothing of my loves The boys that made my heart beat and jump And the ones that snatched my heart too fast for me to grab it all back She tells me of her mother whom she shared everything with The drugs, the ***, the kegs But if she ever found out about the times I've spread my legs I fear her eyes would glaze over and her color would drain In her ignorant mind I'm incapable of such a thing, I'm lame But more boys know my name Than secrets of mine that have touched her ears In all of my seventeen years
My mother and I have never had a close relationship but one day I hope to spill to her in tears and laughter every boy that made me cry and feel love because isn't listening and acceptance part of a mother's job?