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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