The Real Mother (12/13/09) - Poem by Melissa Leddy
Make me believe somehthing happy
Please make me think something nice
It's not that I don't want to think better of myself
Because every single day I try.
I'm tired of feeling the same way every moment
Feeling like I am not worthy
I was raised to feel hatred and breed only that
I still need to hear that someone loves me.
They despise me with their hateful eyes
And my baby loves me with his
They've taken away all that they could
Their fake words aren't seeming to fit.
Now they're trying to take him away
As if they could ever be better
He belongs with me, why can't they see that?
I wouldn't ever say that if I wasn't sure.
I knew from day one I would have to fight
But for now this is healthier for him
Yet it seems like they think this is how it will stay
The longer I wait, the more my chances dim.
A note to my baby: I love you more than anyone in the world claims they do
A note from your mommy: I'll always be here for you
No matter what statements are made about me,
That one is most true
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