My evil mother was always mean
everyday was a horrible dream
locked in my room by myself
with my bed, lamp and dirty shelf
this room was always empty it seemed so bare
not because of the lack of things, cuz my mom didn't care
we lived in a very small house
it was so dirty , it was impossible to not find a mouse
but I kept my room clean and always made my bed
no matter how many times my evil mother whapped my head
I had to keep things clean for it was all I had
sometimes I dream of being with my dad
I cleaned my room because he told me to
I will always repect his decision till my life is through
one day my mom left early and I made first meal
what anger and sadness I began to feel
why couldn\'t I have a normal mom
who picks you up from school when the day is done
but that one morning I left with a smile
because I cleaned everything up down to each and every tile
I could wait to see my mothers face
she should be proud of me for cleaning up
that day after school was really going to rule
but where is the house there is just a pile of dirt
than it reminded me of that strike that would hurt
I went into my \"room\" and began to cry
I thought for sure I was going to die
my mom came back and came to my room and said,\" I left early to
see what you do, and I am very proud of you, you cleaned up the house, and got rid of that mouse,
but as I stand here to see our house burned, there was one important lesson I learned and that is, I can be mean at times, but appreciate what you have, you may not have a cell phone or an Ipod or many nice things, but remember this, Ipods may cost
$300 but love is priceless, and no one can take that away from anyone
