Mother was pregnant
She felt hopeless
Income stagnant
She was almost jobless
Five tots and one on the way
Too many bills were left to pay
While she was down and broken
She visited him during the day
My sisters and I raised
Each other and the others
As she went to reclaim
A poisonously toxic lover
Despite our begging voices
The chipmunk-like refusals
She used her own devices
And accepted his proposals
Three months he was gone
Then mother brought him back
I was burned to the bone
She was ensnared in the trap
He was there, unintoxicated
I didn't care, uninterested
Her lips flared, as she smiled
My sisters and I felt our brains wild
My sisters and I, what can I say?
We became the true parents
To children we never wanted
As our adolescence was taken away
We were wise, but we were kids
We never asked for any of this
And even though he was sober
It didn't fix him, he was a monster
CZYTASZ
My Life Poetically-Dressed
PoezjaThis is a collection of poetry I wrote about each year of my life. Some years will have more than one poem. I know this platform is mostly for novels and such, but I felt like receiving feedback on my poetry. I hope you can feel heard, seen, and l...
