Mom

Sun, 02/11/2018 - 23:27 -- mchee10

Dear Mom,

 

Who do you think you are?

Abusin’ me, bruisin’ me

My mind

Hurts.
All those words you’ve ever told me,

I still think about it

Everyday.

The fact you told me I was fat,

And now when I look back,

I realize

I looked fine.

When you told me I was feeling depressed

Because I wasn’t reading the Bible enough?
Horrible.

You were supposed to be a safe haven,

A womb to keep me safe.

Instead,

I tread and tiptoe around you,

Because I worry what you’ll say next.

Mom!

Or can I really call you that?

My friends have been more caring than you ever were.

They sheltered me, loved me, didn’t judge me

Unlike you.

Mom,

I couldn’t love you.

The fact I didn’t know which you I was having today,

That hurts.

You hurt

Me.

Mom,

Even though we said all was done and forgiven,

Because you swore you wouldn’t abuse me anymore

Mom,

The scars are still there

Wide open

Still hurtin’

Mom,

Why me?

 

 

 

Your daughter,

Michelle

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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