Mother

Giver of live,

Cared for my brother and I,

Loved unconditionally.

Heartbroken and shattered,

And we were left to suffer.

Selfish temptations.

Unforgiving heart.

Wine glass in hand,

Unbalanced steps.

Drinking alcohol,

I can smell it on her breath.

She says she has faith,

That she believes in God,

But drinking wine,

From dusk until dawn,

Isn’t communion,

And if it shall be,

She’s drained the blood,

From her true God Almighty.

Her rants grew louder,

That she directed all at me.

At the time I was mad,

Why would it always be me?

But today I know,

Her bullets at me,

Kept my brother safe and away.

During the battle of divorce,

I discovered my true self,

To never let another child,

Suffer through this hell.

Mother doesn’t always know best,

And not all fathers are lowlifes.

He was there for every sporting event,

While she sat at home and drank wine.

He paid his child support,

That she spent on lavish vacations,

And clothes.

Why do mothers always win the children?

And fathers always lose?

Couldn’t a judge see,

That her life runs on a drink?

At eighteen,

I emailed her attorney,

A foul-mouthed bastard,

Who had it coming.

He wrote awful things about my brother and I,

In an email to my father,

That would make any man cry.

I simply told John Stocks,

If he wanted to speak using my name,

It should be to me,

I am an adult,

And not here to play his games.

He never wrote me back,

But he sent it to my mother,

Who to this day will never let me forget,

That, “I stabbed her in the back,

After all she ever did.”

Soon after she realized,

With my adulthood,

Her child support for me would seize,

So out the door she threw me,

All she did was look away.

She put all my belongings out in the rain,

While I was stuck at work,

I had to call a friend to gather them,

And take them to shelter.

I was about to graduate,

But needed one thing,

My senior project that was locked inside her house.

I tried to call,

I sent a text,

Drove to her house,

And waited for her to come out.

When she did,

She was on the phone,

Took one look at me,

And changed the garage code.

She went back in,

And locked the doors.

Without my project,

I could not walk,

So, I waited patiently,

And called twice more.

No answer.

I called my father for some advice,

“Call the police,

And they will escort you in.”

Without hesitation,

I did what was told,

An hour later,

The police to behold.

They knocked on the door,

For about three minutes,

Called her cell phone too,

But again,

No answer.

Minutes later she opened the door,

In nothing but a see-through tank top,

And very short shorts.

She sounded pleasant,

Greeting the police with a slur,

When her eyes fell on me,

I was dead in my place.

I was sent inside,

Up to my room,

Where my mother had destroyed,

Everything I owned.

No project to be found.

Back at the door,

She said her goodbyes,

Alcohol on her breath,

Not a surprise.

She didn’t attend my graduation,

Or help pay for college,

No matter how much I begged.

She said she had no money,

To pay for books,

But days after,

I hear she bought a new cat,

A thousand dollars out the door.

Currently, I hear she’s out in the sun,

On vacation yet again.

But no money to help me,

Her only daughter,

When I’m simply trying to get my education.

My father,

The only one to help,

Paying for the books and tuition,

Support from my mother,

I never felt.

I never have,

I probably never will,

But I have all the support I need,

Or could ask for,

From my father,

And loving boyfriend.

When I graduate from college,

My mother will get no invitation from me,

Yet another graduation,

My mother will never see.