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"My Anger, My Hatred, My Mother"
When have you not lied, my dear mother?
When have you not planted pain?
Mindless and sharp, your words cut through
The silence of our rather peaceful existence, you heartless witch!
A soul seemingly void of warmth and human decency.
In sickness, my sister and I were mere afterthoughts to you,
Your singing came first, even without purpose or career.
Only when reminded that you have children did you act concerned?
You cursed your children as if curses were snow from the heavens.
My hatred and anger burn hotter than Hell's flame.
I remember a time when I hungered for the cereal in your bowl,
And for this, I was slammed against the wall.
The childhood you gave me is a haunting memory
Of you going crazy, trying to throw me down the stairs.
A kind old lady is what you pretend to be.
Under your spell and influence, some believe.
But not a fool for long, as anyone who gets to know you sees through it.
You wear lies like makeup.
Your days are numbered, you old hag.
Time now hangs on you like a wet washcloth over a doorknob.
Time and karma have etched their marks upon your face,
Like a child scribbling on a chalkboard.
When you leave this Earth, I will not weep or shed a tear.
There is a place in Hell that has been waiting for you.
My anger, my hatred, my mother, will fade in time.
I wanted to love you , but could not.
You will be a forgotten memory in the corridors of my mind.
Like a book on the shelf of a lost library,
I will walk away and smile as if I never knew you.
Peace I will find, without you, my dear mother.
ns 15.158.61.5da2
