Dear Mom,

We both know where this is going right?

If not let me give you an insight

An angry letter from a used child.

"Loved" but not, growing up wild

A mother who gave away her first born

For drugs and alcohol, A life to scorn.

Frigid, lying, uncaring embraces.

 Selling me to men so all I see now is different faces.

Escaping from you was no easy task.

Running from home was not what I could ask

From a God who had abandoned me so.

I was saved by police, somehow hope could grow.

Shivering at the thought of being returned

 To you, a person who has not earned,

The right to be called a mother, or loving.

Instead you are always pushing and shoving.

I love you, I hate you, I'm torn in between,

Being a slave, and being my own queen