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there was once a mother, who was different from any other. She was mean, she was rude, she was cruel and had an attitude. Her boyfriend, made her is world, but no matter what she was always acting like a selfish and greedy little girl. But now when i look at her i just want to hurl. She always had friends over gettin drunk and shit, they got high, they got drunk, they got needles and they got rum, but that's not even half of it. When ever her kids got new shoes, the neighborhood kids liked them and she gave them to the lil fools. The oldest was abused back then, he can't use his arms as well now, she lifted him up by his arms and she yelled wow wow wow, he wouldn't stop crying so she smacked him. When her kids got a lil older, only like 2 or 3 she pushed them off to the side like a paper in an old folder, so her kids had to cry but had no shoulder. When someone stepped in the way of what she did wrong, she would go all out and get pissed off, shed cuss em out. She’d scream and curse and shout but out of anger and hatred. And at the end of the day she’d sleep like a  baby, and her kids hated it. But as time went by, so did their life, and that's when she left, in the middle of the night. And as the years went by the kids lived life wondering if their mother would ever wright, they were confused and went on the actions of their mother but knew she was wrong but still didn't know wrong from right. But now they found her, but still she evades them. And they keep on living thinking that their mother hates them. That's why, whenever the mother once again leaves, the children who found her weeps. Their eyes stream and at night with their eyes wet they cannot sleep. Without their mother, and without their slumber. Depression hits them, and the happiness inside them plunders.just like dirty water in the pipes after a visit from the plumber. Nothing's there, but still it's dirty. Now their teens, and their mother is somewhere in their 30’s, and they long ago hoped she would die and bleed. But that’s all in the past, and their mother they no longer need. The oldest one, he still hates her. The youngest one, she argues but doesn’t even want to debate her. The middle one he no longer wants to discriminate her. He wants to let the past go and just let the world know that he’s no longer living in anger and like that he won’t grow old. And for the forgiveness i want to give. People have called me brave, and they’ve called me bold. I didn’t want the anger growing in the back of my heart like evil mold. I had to clean out my old soul. But in the end, they had no mother, but they didn't need her. So that was the end of their story, finders weepers, and mothers leavers.
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