Over a quarter century ago,
sometime on a Wednesday,
I took my first breath,
I can only hope, I took yours away.
Not long thereafter,
So long ago,
I can hardly remember,
you turned my life upside down.
I'd just turned One,
and already you were having fun;
expecting a new baby
the baby momma crashing my party.
Mother couldn't handle the pain,
Wouldn't stand for the shame.
Wouldn't let her daughters suffer.
SO she left you in the gutter.
I'd see you weekends
Or whenever you had time
You went and remarried
Everything seemed fine
The older I got
The clearer it became
You were a ladies man
It was your fortune and fame
Sweet sixteen and
I have a sister,
just 10 moons younger.
Slowly i got to learn
of all your offspring
luckily for me
it's not my brother i'm dating
Lives are lived
and you go on making more
do you keep score?
That's all we are
just after our mothers
before we came along
Such a charmer
to get what you want
I'm surprised you're not sick yet
with the way you love c...
Looking back on it all
I realise what this is
this was more than fun to you
It was a job of ease
You used the mothers
luring them with empty promises
The offspring an investment that pays out
until they're old enough to figure what their life's about
You've sucked us dry
yet you have no shame
I put my foot down
on me, you have no claim
I may owe you my foresight
but you have no part of my wisdom,
my courage or strength
I thank my mother for that freedom
Today I say
I may carry your name
Your blood runs through my veins
But that's as far as we go, I shall have no blame
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Just Blood by scarlette Phoenix )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
William Ernest Henley
- Immersing Life, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Ruled By Share Values, Terence G. Craddock
- Forgive Me Lord, The Oracle
- Earth's Greediest Ruling Government?, Terence G. Craddock
- She's The Devil and I am Her Sin, A.j. Binash
- depths within the shallows, Metaphorically Speaking
- You are leading being the head, gajanan mishra
- Chasing Rainbows, Rachel Nichols
- Rasta bhoole nahi thhe, ANJALI KAKATI
- Without Purpose Or Reason Affixed, Lawrence S. Pertillar