You Call Yourself A Mum? ? Poem by Emma Jane Rae

My mind has been on you today,
and everything you've done,
like how you had the nerve to write,
'Happy Birthday love from mum'
Ha love from mum?
what a joke,
i can't bear the thought of you,
can't even remember when we last spoke,
oh yes i can, it was christmas time,
8 months ago,
i remember every hurtful word,
that made me feel low!
like when you said you hated me,
and wished that i was dead,
thats just one of the heartbreaking things,
that my mother said,
but once again you change it around,
and tell people said it to you,
but i havent got it inside of me,
to hurt you and make you feel blue,
so once again the victim is my poor little mum,
maybe its your drug addiction,
that makes you so f*cking dumb!
see today i thought about you,
and all the things you've done,
I laugh at the cheek you have,
to call yourself my mum! ! !