Mother Poem by SusanAnn Basile

Tell me mother, if I died tonight
would you regret all the times you
yelled at me?
Or would it be easier for you to see me die?
Would your tears be enough to mend what I feel inside?

Would you shed a tear if I was to die tonight?
Instead of soothing words to mend my broken heart -
would you rather see me suffering, begging for mercy?

Would it touch your heart and you love me at last?
Would it make you look back and remember the times you hurt me?
How every night I wanted to hug you tight...
What I got instead was a cold back and a spiced up word.

I refuse to give you the satisfaction of my death.
No matter how much you scream,
No matter how much you hit,
No matter how much you kick,
No matter how much you hate,
No matter anything mother -
I refuse to give you the satisfaction of you winning, and me dead.