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Click hereYou little brat
How I hate you
How I wish to never again see you
This is your fault
Cost me everything
My youth, my one true love, my everything
If only you had been born the son he wanted
If only you were't so darn emotional all the time
Maybe he would't take all his rage and anger out on me
Maybe he would still be the man I first fell in love with
Before you came along
We were as close to perfection as can be
God how I wish now that we're used birth control that night
I did't even want a kid
I was and still am way too young
Did't get a choice about rather or not I could abort you
Your father and grandmother would't hear of it
Now here the three of us are trapped together for the next 18 years
Unless I get lucky and someone answers my most forbidden prayer
Unless I get lucky and some wacko makes off with you never to be seen again
No, I ain't suffering from no post partum depression crap
No, I don't consider myself a bad mother
In fact, I think I'm a pretty darn good one
At least I'm being honest with my kid about how I feel
No pretending going on here
I hate 'em and I'm gonna let 'em know it
Every chance that I get
And if any of you got a problem with that then I dare you to tell me
In public, right to my face
I'll have no problems debating this very issue with you
My kid, my marriage, my beeswax
I don't and I won't ever hit her
But I sure ain't gonna lie to her
Tell my daughter I love her when I don't and never will
Her betrayal has just cut too deep
Taken too much
She'll come to understand when she's older, I'm sure
Just why every night for a lullaby
Her mama sings to her this song of vile and hurt
Aptly entitled.....
Daddy drinks because you cry
2009 Ramona Thompson
I liked your entry, but I feel like your child is 1/2 of you, literally. Why would you cause emotional terror to yourself. I guarantee if you stop, a large weight will be lifted off your shoulders.
this is a weak poem. Even as satire, it's uninteresting. It doesn't seem honest, it reads feeble minded...now taking into consideration the content--it seems you just lifted the story about that little girl that was killed by her mom that's so popular now on all the news shows. This is not an anonymous comment, I'd really like some insight into why you wrote and posted this.
Kinda made me made. That's how you know you did your job.
And a good one at that. *Dammit*