Highly misunderstood when standing from where I stand, I was getting abused by my mother while she was getting abused by her man,
Age 9 by default of my mother left to be the families leader forced to be my brothers keeper young men so all we could do is watch em beat her,
Well if not for the beatings it was *****, the pills, or the powdered ******* we had no food or clothes it went all in her veins,
No hugs no birthdays no love shown or kisses, no suits on Easter no presents on Christmas,
CSB knocking mom said "it ant they business", but mom he beats you and were your witness,
Two years later mother made Jesus her savior but struggled along the way withΒ Β addictive behavior, but I prayed lord save her
Please grant me this one last favor, yes I'm minus an addict for a mother a currently deceased brother but I still miss him and I still love her
This is a poem about my brother and i life as a child my mother struggled with drugs all her life my brother delivered the news to me about my mothers death then ended his life so it really is a true story