Bad Mommy - Poem by Stephanie Cage
have a bad mom, i haven't ate in days;
I lied I've had a dixie cup and three crackers
One I saved.
I have a room called a basement, no windows no fresh air
I want to tell someone but my freedoms up the stairs.
My rib cage is showing like a ladder on my skin
I know my mom will feed me, i just don't know when.
Once the door opens my bones begin to shake
I know she's going to hit me so i pretend I'm not awake
I knew she'd hit me anyway and the tears form in my eyes
But I don't wail Im strong plus she hates it when I cry.
I hear her walk up the stairs and thats when i felt free.
I wipe away my tears and thats when I see.
She left another cracker so now i have two!
I form a small smile but i don't know what to do.
Should i save it with my other one or
go ahead and eat it away?
well Im hungry but I guess I could just save it one more day.
And then I noticed, she ruined it.... She crushed the cracker i saved.
I tried not to cry, I tried to be brave.
But mom heard the crying the sobbing and sighing
and she came down & hit me some more.
But she didnt understand the crumbs in my hand
were crumbs that I longed for!
Now my stomach is growling like a hungry lion
so I lay praying on the floor
I stare at the ceiling, unbeknowst to what I'm feeling.
I'm just so hungry for food and love
Somebody please save my soul
Im just a hungry child who's Bad mom crushed My hope
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