YOU’RE NO LONGER TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND

if there’s a record for crying

my mom’s coming to take it

because my dad wants love

and what he has with my mother ain’t it
this is the man i looked up to

and now i wish we weren’t related
he turned this house into a war zone

and for that, i really hate him 
my mom is screaming, pleading, “lord i don’t want a divorce” 
deep down i’m thinking, mom, this love has run through its course 
no use in fighting no more, know i got you for sure 
fall of an empire; countdown until he walks out the door

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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