Momma left me out in the scorching heat
she said it was either this or i get beat
So instead of that I made this my choice
while my little brothers played with their toys
But sometimes other things happen
oh, it gets worse
next thing you'll see
is me in a hearse
She probably wouldn't even bury me
she'd probably cut me up
and cut me into three
This isn't fair
why just me
when you have
all of us three
I don't understand how you can't see the bruises
but, when I try to fight back it's me who looses
I don't understand what did I do
I was always a good child
so I picked up the phone
and then I dialed
I dialed nine one one
they picked up and said "you're done"
They took me away to Juvy hall
and all this shit started when I learned to crawl.
This pain I couldn't bare
and now this paper I do tare
It's a letter from mom
It said when you get back you're dead
So I took my gun and shot my head
That was final, you can thank mother
and there with those sheets my body they cover.
All I ever wanted was a mommy
who loved me too
but obviously she didn't so there was nothing I could do
Don't ever hate your mommy if she doesn't get you what you Need
hold onto her forever
because she is all you need
By Amanda
This is not something that really happened to me but I know there are many out there who don't cherish what they have, and so this is just a little reminder. please comment on this poem, and if you could find it in your hearts, to look at some of my other poems, and comment them, that would be so great! Remember to hold on to what you have! Thanks
