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Yashika Oct 2020
No one can explain
What a son is for mom...
He is mumma's greatest strength
Her love for him is intense....

From comfortable kiss to cuddle
From cleaning **** to feeding food...
From being  teacher to corrector
Her contribution is unmatchable...

They are like a needle and thread
Without each other imperfect...
Loving his wife the most
But his mom the longest...

When hubby misbehaves
Son would always act brave.....
She raises son to respect woman
Making him a good human....
happy is man whose faith in mom remains unchallenged
Destiny Oct 2020
I was taught by societal expectations that brothers are suppose to protect their little sisters.

I was taught to trust my brothers and to know that they would do anything to protect me.

My family was never normal though, so believing this made me look like an idiot.

I am the only daughter in a family with many boys.

I was so naive and stupid to believe the lies.

It's crazy that my brother who wasn't even around a lot is the one I trust the most.

I was five the first time anything ****** happened.

I had absolutely no clue what was happening and why I was being manipulated into doing.

And even crazier, the  predator was only about 7.

What!

I still to this day haven't told a soul about that night, but I remember it like it was yesterday.

I let it slip out of my mind thinking that it was normal.

From then, he made me do things for him and watch stuff with him that I didn't want to watch.

Everyday, I thought about him hurting me more.

I was 11 the next time.

I had a little more knowledge of what he was doing, but I was still intimidated by everything.

I knew though, that it actually wasn't normal and really should not have been something I had to go through.

I was home alone with him, and I just wanted to be in my room alone.

He was around 13 years old.

That was the first time he had threatened me with the "I'll tell mom" card.

I learned to not even think about telling my parents about what happened.

Thankfully he stopped messing with me for a while because I had moved in with my grandma.

Thank God that she let me.

I ended up getting taken away from my parents, living in an emergency shelter, living in a children's home, losing my dad, and getting moved in with a potential adoptive family before he hurt me again.

I was 15 when he sexually assaulted me in my adoptive family's home.

He had gotten kicked out of placements and came to visit to see if he could be adopted with us.

I didn't say anything because I knew that no one would believe me.

I ended up telling my adoptive parents because I was in so much physical pain.

They claimed that they believed me, but I knew they didn't.

They put all these restrictions on me after he had left and an investigation started.

I was questioned more that I thought I would need to be and I had two of the police investigators tell me that I made it all up.

I felt like I was just a burden to everyone at that point and no one knew all the details.

I wasn't given the chance to tell my story.

Years later, my whole family came up with reasons to justify what he did to me.

They said that he just wanted me to be prepared.

My brother that assaulted me wasn't the only one that was messed up.

My twin brother played a big part in everything too.

He knew that my attacker was going to do what he did to me.

Not only did he know, he told me he wanted to watch.

To this day, almost 5 years later, I have never been able to look at either of them the same way.

My mother still doesn't believe me, but she stopped caring about me years ago.

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Dear mom,

I believed you. Why couldn't you believe me?

Dear R,

What did I do to you for you to take advantage of my body? Why did you hate me so much that you could do that?

Dear C,

Why did you want to see him hurt me? Why weren't you supportive?

Dears R & C,

Why didn't y'all protect y'alls little sister? I'm the only one you have!

Dear Me,

None of that was your fault! You didn't do anything wrong! Don't ever be afraid to ask for help when you are in danger. I'm here for you!

Love yourself!
leechyna Oct 2020
'''I miss going home
All beaten
*****
Crying
Only to hear mom tell me
"Dad tomorrow I will take you to karate class can't allow my dad get beaten "
I laugh aloudπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
"no-one can beat me mom, am **** hungry "
Instead she would chase me away With a bowl of spiced rice'''
Anais Vionet Sep 2020
Senryus about those
capricious creatures that rule
over our lives - our moms.

Studying. My phone
beeps, I look at it - mom says,
- "you've been texting!" Argh!

Mom: "Why is it - that
everything is on the floor?"
Me: thinking... "gravity?"

"SORRY!, how could I
know answering your question
would be talking back??"

My mom can hear me
mumble a mile away but
can't hear me yell "what"?
moms.. they can be lovely - or drive ya crazy - in 10 minute increments
Anais Vionet Sep 2020
Sometimes I
want to yell "I don't care"
in my mom's face.

When she blithely tries
to measure my sad prison
world to her own youth.

That prehistoric
reality, of phonebooths and
whatever, back then.

But I know those
words would freeze in the air
like a neon sign.

And very probably be
etched on my tombstone
as an epitaph.
a parent can drive you ****-nutty like no one else with lectures.
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
I can't pen
Anything more...
As the best work of art
Unparalleled
Capturing
Beauty of you

You are beautiful
For grounded simplicity
Valued honesty
Balanced harmony
Mirrored empathy

Admit this
Beauty doesn't define you
You define
What is beautiful
And
That makes
All the difference
Genre: Observational
Theme: Beloved mother bonded
in ink
Yashashvi Sep 2020
You ask me what's so difficult
   to write about her,everything about
                 her is undepictable

it's hard to portray,her sparkling eyes when she talks,how her foot steps sounds when she walks ,how her smile draws a line on the cheeks,how her hair blows in the wind,how her each word makes impact on mind.It's hard to narrate,how her every flaw seems to be perfect,how her smell can make me refreshing,I never smelt that
anywhere,how her little hands works effectively.She's an non narrative poetry,a bacteria I'm not worried to carry forever withal she is complex happy virus.I don't need sleeping pills as long as she sings that lullaby to me
           
            Coming out of her womb
                 is my greatest glee

MOOOMMY, YOU'RE MY SUPERSTAR ,      
                 love you πŸ’œπŸ–€β€οΈ
to every beautiful mom out there, you are indescribable
Anais Vionet Sep 2020
My mom, with the green
witch's casual, sour malice,  
can verbally ****.

But she is easily
deceived by disguise
- my body is a mask.

My submission is
but a costume - my calm
the offered lie.

I detest my own
pale, small, adolescent
answers - my weakness.
OK, we had a fight - we made up - but before that... poetry!  =]
Bongani G-kay Sep 2020
Mom
Times flies...
I have been looking at the skies....
Hoping that it will slow down...
To my grounds
surface...

Rejections turn into drug injections...
You left me
empty....
I hope you happy about the decisions
and precision you took....
The cuts where accurate...
Deep in my heart
it bleeds...
Am not happy as you see me...
I try to smile....
My cheeks heavy....
Since the day you left me
I have been empty...
Am happy i have her and i know she
is happy
she have me....

My Elsie
you came when
i had no one else in my life
i felt pain
when my heart contracts
my eyes bleed as i cry....
But i wish...
I had you too mom...
I wish i had you to love me...
Mom
Mom
Noaki Sep 2020
She faded away
But her footsteps didn't fade
It linger around me
Showing me the way
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