Mom you are alive to me....

Some girls tell their mothers....
In detail:
they share pain like
men
share stories of fornication...
they say mom....
HE HURT ME...
bold face truth...
from the mouth of
true faced liars...
I told no one..

They hurt me..
They hurt me..

and it went on so long that I started to enjoy it...
except it...
Mom, they hurt me...
years after it ended...
I told you...
But you can’t fix what you can’t see...
I don’t blame anyone..
I blame myself..
I stood silent not wanting to tell...
I was the guilty party...
I feared the consequences...
the court presiding...
the beatings...
the ignorance followed by saying...
Mom,
He, they,
I was beaten...
not physically but emotionally
and sexually...
I felt stupid...
A con mans whore...
A drug mans crack...
Mom,
I can’t say fuck you because you are the only one that stays true..
So...I say I love you...
I love you for ignoring the truth...
I love you for telling me nothing about real life...
I love you for letting me learn...
when you said that the stove or the iron could burn me...
I should’ve listened because I have scars
from touching things that are hazardous...

Mom you are alive to me...
You may hurt me..
I'll except it...
It's a small price to pay for the things you've given
to me...
for me..
you aren't the trash that I see nowadays
the mothers who leave children...
you wanted to leave me...
But I held on to you like...
stitch to skin...or
stitch to clothing...
you and I are cut from the same cloth...
The similarities in us...
are more than looks...
they are similar personality flaws...
but mother you've never been...
a drug addict..
or a prostitute..
but I find similar aspects in the things you do..
your addicted to your kids..
and you don't sell your body but you do sell out your love..
for our sake you've been everything, but rich and famous...

Inspired by thepureblackpoet..