Bonnie Merchant

Rookie (11/22/72 / Millington, TN)

Mom? - Poem by Bonnie Merchant

A word, a title.
I lay idle as a tear rolls down my face and I ponder with disgrace about the woman who bore me and does everything but adore me.
I've learned what it takes to be considered such a beautiful name but not from you, what a shame.
You turned your back on me, kicked me and damned me too, what on Earth are you doing to me? I didn't ask for you.
A woman of faith? I beg to differ, a mention of your flesh and blood brings you to snicker.
How can you look at yourself with any pride, if I were you i'd hang my head and cry.
My life is mine and no longer yours I've finally escaped through your entrapping doors.
The life I live is mine to choose and without your hate I cannot lose.
Thank you for proving to me that you are the mom I will never choose to be.


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  • (5/4/2010 9:57:00 PM)


    I can relate.. This peom had lots of emotion and feeling.. i like it :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 4, 2010



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