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Feb 2013
You see mom
Im not totally helpless
I have watched
For the last 16 years
How you have changed
How this family has changed
But what you dont see
Is that I bleed
That I cry inside
Thinking, hoping to escape
Escape the hell this home has come to be
Escape the constant reminder
We are not a family
You see mom
I have my talents
I have been observing everyone
Every little thing
Just to gain more knowledge
And I want you to see
I want you to know
Mom Im 17 now
Im not that little kid
Who called for you when dad wasnt home
When I had nightmares
Mom please realize this
I wish you would stop
Stop for a minute and look
Look and see the man I have become
Look at the man you helped raise
Sure Im not the greatest
But you were the inspiration
To make a better me
Mom let go
And let me wander off
See the world for what it is
Not the way you have described it
I know this world is hard
And that life will get harder
But how am I to face that challenge
When you are here
Holding me back
Holding me prisoner in a home
That has become almost unbearable
Mom I love you and dad
But face it
Ever since the others left
Got kicked out
They forgot me
They dont bother to call me
Just to say hi
Im not happy
And I know thats what you and pops what for me
But how can I obtain it
You see mom
Even at night
I hear you get up
I hear you at night
I know you have trouble sleeping
So do I
You think I dont know anything
That I dont know what goes on
But even when you hear the music blarring
I can still hear you and dad
Fighting over the little bit of money we have
Yeah I know this poem os a little personal
But hopefully you will wake up
Realize IM NOT A LITTLE KID ANYMORE
I have matured faster than any of the others
I know where Im going
Where it is I want to go
And thats all thanks to you
You were home when pops wasnt
You were there when I came home from school
Sure we have our differences
But thats because
Well its obvious
You dont let me do the things I want
The things that will better me
I want to make my own mistakes
Learn from them on my own
Im tired of observing
Im tired of learning from others
I want to lear on my own
Can you please find it within you
To give me a chance
Let me take a chance at falling
Picking myself up
And dusting myself off
I dont need you to clean my face
Every time I have a smudge on it
Im a young man now
17 not 4
Remember that please
I love you
Your the only mother I truly ever had
Thank you!
I do apprecate you for that
For my stepmom who underestimates me
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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   Reece and Lyra Brown
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