Suppose To Be My Mother... (11-2-09) Poem by miss wargo

how can you tell me all these lies
sitting here looking me in my baby blue eyes
you tell me one thing then change it into another
and to think youre suppose to be my mother

the way i feel about you must kill you inside
but you never gave me a sholder all the times i cried
so the situation must not make you feel all that bad
and all the sh*t you put me through yea its pretty sad

i should not have had to raise my younger brother
when he had a living and breathing mother
i should not have been raised by my older sisters
and you shouldnt have had 5 different kids by 3 different misters

i should have not had been a prisoner locked in my own home
while you go to the bar get drunk and then decide to roam
i should not have had to see all the abuse and blood
and my bare feet should have never had to run through that cold mud

i should have been first in your book not the lies and drugs
instead of getting high you should have gave your kids goodnight hugs
explain yourself mother please just this once for me
stop there im tired of hearing your fake feel bad for me plea

how can you tell me all these lies
sitting here looking me in my baby blue eyes
you tell me one thing then change it into another
and to think youre suppose to be my mother