The Rebellious Son
I just heard that my stepfather once said that I wouldn't ever make it
'That was crap, ' I mused, 'who was he to curse? '
He might as well get a reason to curse me every day, from me!
A man that never showed me love since I was a kid? Curse me? ! Hmph!
Then an uncle said I wouldn't get far, that they were watching...
Unless some are born cursed, while others receive the same, and others the item thrust upon them,
He can go jump in a lake, with a weight tied to both his feet!
I would get him Titanic's anchor if I knew its whereabouts.
But what really hurt is when Mama, dear Mama, kinda said I was a failure.
She didn't directly say it, but her tone did; her body language did; the topic we had pointed to it.
It totally hurt!
Friday, September 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: family