Unhappy Mother's Day -------------------------------------------
For 10 months you carried me
and by then I was almost dead
You let them cut you open
and pull me out by my head
You nursed me and fed me
at first, Do you see?
You started out there
then decided to leave
You left me you bitch
with a father that's cruel
And used me to your benifit
like I was your tool
You drug addict whore
you're undeserving in every way
And yet I wrote you this poem
on this Unhappy Mother's Day.
I felt it.Could identify and I think it hits closer to home in familiarity with a person who knows that area of anger than someone who heard of it being a problem of someone elses life.Just that the anger is more felt by who can classify it from experience more than those who really can't but still see where things stand.
When having some anger in the past similar to what is here, I kept hearing a saying in my mind about how you can't pick your parents but you can pick up what you have for yourself to be better than them.
I guess my question is, do you still feel this way today?
Did the anger pass by and exit somehow, or is it still dormant and not really boiling right now?
It's strong, behind the fury is well reasons why the annoyance of a parent must be screamed out in punches of nerve and cold hard truth that the one of rage pledges to live with.
Theres not really any need to give advice because it's not what's requested but this is literary vengeance, poetic payback, the settling of scores that I've done some time before but never wanted to waste the energy on throwing in the face of that particular person, so I just took away my presence and starting stabbing by being distant, to the point where she wouldn't know me but rather just stayed on the [censored] sideline and watch my time unfold while hers was wasted.
So yeah I feel the anger, totally.I know where this came from and this commentary is not to blame but to know that even others, peers, have felt what I have felt once before.
and yet a hint of forgiveness...perhaps because the speaker just doesn't see the point of being so angry and living with that...
or maybe it has run its course...all of the hate spewed in the words...the feelings rushed out...and now...just sarcasm is left...like "i don't care anymore; you mean nothing, so Uhappy Mother's day to you."
from the tone and content of the poem...the sarcasm would probably be lost on her anyway...
you really let it out in your writes...have read several of them...