My Dreams

I am kid again

And my mother she was the free spirit women

she could never be held down by the thought of kids

two sisters with me,

they were always my responsibility

 Flashback to when I was the mother of the household

seeing my mother with her demons

Her lack to say no to the drugs

the power of the demons that possessed my mom to get physically abusive

My mind tells me "you are strong"

"be the adult the mature one"

"for sisters sake"

"show them that even though our life is bad now we have to push"

"and work hard so we can be better and make it out of this place". 

And then I wake... am I really out of this place? 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

heavenc1000

this is my first one ever so... let me know what you think

 

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