Your mother had you when she was 17 .
She flipped burgers and scrubbed walls to feed you.
Your father was arrested for selling dope to underage kids.
And your grandparents disowned your mom for ruining her college scholarship.
She had dreams for you.
She believed you would turn out to be great.
Turn out to be greater than her.
When you turned 15, you started hanging out with the wrong crowd.
They were the cool kids at school and it was a privilege to be with them.
Your mother told you to stop going out with those kids but you said, "I hate you! "
You started skipping school.
You stopped coming home.
And made the crack house your home.
You had sex with a college boy at the backyard of your friend's house.
Now you are pregnant and 16, and your mother is heartbroken because the cycle is repeating itself.
She didn't disown you like her parents did though.
She gave you a second chance but you ruined that chance when you got hooked on meth.
Now you are asleep on her couch and can't even recognize your own son.
You can't recognize your mom.
You destroyed your life but your mother still has hope for you.
So she gets you in to rehab and you come out healthy and clean.
You promise your mom you will do better.
So you dress half naked and go to posh clubs looking for a rich man.
You say you want a man that will take care of you but you open your legs for every jerk that pays you attention.
You're 28,living in your mother's basement tweeting about, "Life is a bitch! "
Life isn't a bitch. You're just a feeble minded tramp.
Fuck you.
