Today she's nice, tomorrows she's not


A letter to my mother


My mother hates me and I don’t know why

We just can’t seem to see eye to eye

She disrespects me to the ump degree

Now I’m going to tell you what’s in my decree


You will not curse, kick, yell and scream

I am not a child

I’m am not thirteen

You can shove your bipolar ways to the side

Because I won’t be cleaning after your behind

You can try to control with your stupid words

All I will do is kick them to the curb

And not hear, not listen

Or see

You have disrespect me to the ump degree


Today I…

Hate you,

Despise you,

Tomorrow I am…

Irritated by you,

Annoyed by your presence

Next week I feel…

Ashamed of your actions and daily speech.

Why mother, why must you do this to me?

You act like a child, it’s all in your words

You have disrespect me to the ump degree


You react like a maniac

Who’s been let out on the loose.

Wreaking havoc on anyone that’s near.

You don’t know how to say, “I’m sorry,” or

“I am wrong, my dear.”

You puff up your face for the hundredth time and pout.

I’m out!

I’ve had it!

I’m leaving this place.

All to get away from your disgrace.

I wince whenever I have to introduce you to

Someone new.

Because I don’t know if you’ll make a scene.

You have disrespect me to the ump degree 


She is a powerful vertex of steam

To my dismay

I pity the fool trapped and governed inside of her regime

She is a dictator

Nobody shall opposed

Her rulng is final

No bounds breaken can proceed

The escape. For now. Is postpone


I have often imagine and fantasize a mother

Filled with grace and poise

But all you are…

Is trash and garbage.

I’m truly sorry to say

 But today is the day

To stand up for my self



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