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    dots Submission Name: Dearest Motherdots

    Author: Soulraven
    ASL Info:    31/Male/Illinois
    Elite Ratio:    4.05 - 510/481/142
    Words: 136
    Class/Type: Poetry/Venting
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       Okay, i don't like to get personal but to fully understand this poem you have to know a few things about me. First, i have always lived with my grandmother who is my guidance in a world not following any certain path. Secondly, my mother is alive and cares for my other two siblings who are running everyone crazy. My brother lives with his girlfriend and is only 17 and she lives with her parents still she's always 16. My sister who i have no more connection with is a cronic liar and keeps cheating around on her boyfriend of 2 years with losers she's 16.
    My mother believes in this Liberal motherhood which will never work and only results in this chaos they call a family. Mind you all of us live within miles of each other. Well, a few days ago i confronted my mother about this kind of rising and we got into a fight, hard to believe i know, well anyway, she told me she doesn't want to smother their spark by punishing them. well i don't get it you won't smother it, it will only help them in the long run. Also, men are the center of my mother's life. So, I just cut all connections with my family;there it is alot about me.


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    dotsDearest Motherdots

    My motherís only love
    Is for a man.
    Children strayed,
    Biting their own hand.

    Misguided, twisted way
    She has chose man over them.
    The words planted in my siblings
    Chanting moralís requiem.

    She says parenthoodís stressful,
    Tires of pre-teen strife.
    Watching them slowly decay,
    She must think they chose this Life.

    All this talk of liberal,
    A slack ignorance of vital dire.
    Speaks of not losing the spark
    But how else do you start a fire?

    Iím afraid of how they will turn out
    And sheís blind to the mess.
    Sheís unable or willing to pick up the glass,
    That not being a mother has left.

    Fate let my grandmother be-wing me,
    For my mother was too young.
    She showed me freedom and love,
    I turned out the fortunate one.

    Submitted on 2004-11-25 22:41:56     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Aw, this is so sad. I have little respect for a woman who chooses a man over her kids. My parents divorced when I was 3, and my mom dated after that, but the minute a man said or anything out of line to my brother and me, he was out the door. Geez, my mom was strict and fairly traditional. I respect that now. I'm sorry you've been through this. Hugs, Amy
    | Posted on 2004-11-26 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ]
      I really like this piece and the way that you have a positive twist at the end.. i like the flow and there were only a couple of times where it felt disrupted.. i particularly like the last verse... well done..
    | Posted on 2004-11-25 00:00:00 | by stormyskies | [ Reply to This ]
      Chanting moral&#8217;s requiem.

    This part cought my attention. Though my life doesnt have any relation to it, but like i said along time ago which i dont think anybody saw. You can relate to peoples problems and sorrows. Atleast I can, This poem expresses alot of emotion, Therefor I like it.
    Thanks for the write your great.

    | Posted on 2004-11-25 00:00:00 | by Abort_Chaotic | [ Reply to This ]
      Damn... I feel like this poem will one day be about me. I am only 18 years old and I have a baby that's about to be a year old. I am too young to raise this child by myself but his daddy ran out. My mother is raising him at the moment. I so hope my son doesn't feel this way towards me one day. Good poem though by the way. It just hit me hard. But you know it's really good when somebody feels it right? So great job!
    | Posted on 2004-11-25 00:00:00 | by Holy Wood | [ Reply to This ]

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