mom
my life started with a spice most don't recognize when its on their pallet
i ate my veggies like big girl
watched adult TV at 5am
kept u company so you wouldn'ty be lonely
grandma tried to keep the house clean when she could
she kept the cloths on our backs
she kept the food in our stomachs since u couldn't seem to make the welfare last past the 1st trip to the health food store
its were you bought the flavors of my child there and fast food
your age had nothing to do it
you were weeks past 35 the day of my birth
u never acted a day over eleven
at the age of 8 i walked to grandpa's house by myself
i looked both ways before i crossed the road
you were at home watching more TV
it was always on
till your tattooed boyfriend thought he wanted to act like family
when he was drunk
i mopped the floor right before his construction boots crossed the kitchen
he came back again
called me a ****
the day i first had ***
how funny that was
heroic tales with swords and saviors were everywhere
the books took up space on the floor along with the half empty cans of cat food
i learned flavors and smell and sounds and story's
other people tend to keep away from there kids and i'm not sure where all this leaves me now
other then addicted to curry