Mother

She spoke with hate, and screamed at us I wanted to hide and cry sometimes. And after work, when she came home She would always disturb our night. I think she's nuts,her actions spoke I don't know how I stayed so strong. I was the main, focus of her hate She made me feel I didn't belong. She wiped my smiles, and hated my friends I wonder much,but couldn't find why. My laughter made her storms arise Her garden bloomed if I should cry. There was no refuge, no chance to complain The adults say "you need corrections". But how do you, escape Cruela de vil, Without the label as a child delinquent? What was her motive,to drive me mad? She was angry,when I made her proud She'd strive so hard, to tear me down I could smell her raging thoughts aloud She comes to where, I now call home I ask her"Mother why do u hate me so" After her usual attempt to convince me I was mad, She gave an unaccepted sorry,and said,"I don't know". 06/Jan/2013

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Ginger Amee Terdue

Date: 4/22/2013 5:51:00 AM

Really? You wrote as someone who is filled with spite and who wouldn't forgive. Really, this word is peopled with strange characters. Nevertheless, I still believe this nice poem of yours as fiction and a good story for the young ones. As a young black Nigerian, I've come across worse scenes in life that I force myself to grow pass them all. Thanks for the reminder. A nice job here too.

Wendia Rowe
Date: 4/22/2013 5:33:00 PM

Wow,all I can say,smh.

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 4/4/2013 10:23:00 AM

When the one who we expect to love us the most fails us the fault is in them and not you,,,keep on shining as these things can only make us stronger and more tolerant of others, ourselves. SuZ

Nikta Sol

Date: 1/18/2013 8:14:00 AM

hi, this is such a nice poem.. i hope this is not true in your life, but a nice topic. thanks for sharing

Sara Kendrick

Date: 1/12/2013 5:30:00 AM

I hope that this is not your life but just a topic about which you write..If it is your life, I hope that you have found a safe place in your life..You last line speaks the truth..She probably does not know why she does what she does...But deep within her being she does know..You need to seek some kind of counceling so that the abuse ends with you and does not go on to your children or your sister and brother's childern..Sara

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/12/2013 3:28:00 PM

Thank you very much Sara for Your understanding. And I will seek counselling.I don't believe it has made me bad person;as I don't wish to see other people hurt.But I do believe it still has a negative effect on me sometimes.

Richard Palmer

Date: 1/10/2013 6:24:00 PM

the reason mothers hate daughters,it's normally their growing experiences how they grew,how they were treated,you need to find out a little about her past,sit her down have a serious talk and you just might end up feeling sorry for her,welcome to the soup Wendia,always happy to see more Jamaicans on board

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/12/2013 3:25:00 PM

Thanks for the welcome,but I think my Mother's hatred for me is more deeper than u think.And I don't want to understand it. I grew up literally in Hell, everyone treated me like I did something to them; and she made it worst not better.

Kingsley Awoh

Date: 1/9/2013 9:31:00 PM

Love this poem...kp writing...

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/12/2013 3:29:00 PM

Thank you very much.

Ayesha Karim

Date: 1/8/2013 5:04:00 PM

Hateful people are always trying to take hits at me. I can relate to what you are talking about in your poem. You are Jamacian. I am actually Black Guyanese but I dealt with my haters since childhood and hate is hard you know life itself is hard enough without knowing there are haters people who try to destroy you and complicate and make your life a living Hell and to make things hard for you..

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/9/2013 9:09:00 PM

Thanks alot, I have a friend who is Guyanese too,her name is Kavita,shes always so sweet and I met her a year ago,she is the only one who understands me.

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

Date: 1/8/2013 7:02:00 AM

Hi there and welcome to the site, I hope you enjoy it here.

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/9/2013 9:06:00 PM

Thank u Mandy

Emmanuel Okpoti

Date: 1/7/2013 8:31:00 AM

Hmm sad. I hope you didn't go through this for real. Anyhow, a great piece of emotions. Good work.

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/7/2013 3:37:00 PM

Thanks for the compliment

Joy Wellington

Date: 1/7/2013 1:52:00 AM

Wendia, I hope beyond hope that this was a work of fiction...I would not want to know that any mother could be so cold hearted towards their child. Love your play on words though. One love, Joy Wells

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/7/2013 3:37:00 PM

Thank u joy

George Zamalea

Date: 1/6/2013 10:18:00 PM

It's a lovely one. Thanks for sharing.

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/7/2013 3:37:00 PM

thanks a lot

John Posey

Date: 1/6/2013 7:38:00 PM

You have a talent for words. You use them with authority and you use them effectively. Let your talent bloom.... It will fit well in a bouquet of goodness...... Jake

Wendia Rowe
Date: 1/6/2013 7:42:00 PM

Thank u very much,i'm glad i joined this site,everyone here is so supportive.

Wendia Rowe

Date: 1/6/2013 6:15:00 PM

What country are you from?

Reggae Magnet
Date: 1/8/2013 2:31:00 AM

If this was meant for me I am from there an ExPat. It is not easy to knoow when there's a reply because there's no notification.

Reggae Magnet

Date: 1/6/2013 6:05:00 PM

Maybe it was just frustration dear, regardless of what happened be charitable to her, nothing worse than a child cursing its parent. Be good and ow surround yourself with love and learn to impart it.

Reggae Magnet
Date: 1/6/2013 6:06:00 PM

Nice poem BTW,