My Mother was never here, she hoped I can understand.

If only she knew the pain and troubles she’s left us in our hands.

 

Raising 2 at the age of 10, with ever no luck left in sight.

As we cry endless days and pray endless nights.

 

I don't know why you chose drugs over us.

We were always there.

Did you not see us behind your “peek-a-boo” hands?

Did you not see us behind the chair?

 

We could've gotten you right;

but, instead, you chose drugs,

and I was left here alone to stay, raise, and fight.

 

But in a way, I say thanks, mother.

For giving me this chance.

For allowing me to be free from an immature and oblivious trance.

 

As my youth comes to an end another adventure is set to begin.

With better morals and more knowledge,

I can finally feel a grin.

 

Your absence was a catalyst for me to fill in.

As I went through many challenges outside and within.

Even though my adulthood was shortly unplanned,

I can now say that I finally know why,

I can finally understand.