Mother

Location

College
1200 East Broadway Box 2347
United States

Mother, you made me grow up fast.

Out of the house, onto the street.

There was no love for me to last,

Her anger giving off heat.

Every word you said in the past,

Remembering is my nightmarish feat. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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