A Mother's Love
A Mother’s Love tender, sweet
At least that’s what we’re told isn’t it?
To think the one to love us most is nowhere to be found
you scream, you cry but no one answers
Locked in a closet both physically and emotionally
Shackled by the animosity that you didn’t ask for
Yet here, is what you call home.
A home that is neither a haven nor a beacon
A home filled with rage and hatred
And yet, the one you are trapped in...
A faux father welcomes you with arms wide open and fists balled shut,
The hooks he throws aren’t meant for fishing
In times like these you’re reminded of a mothers love as she looks the other way,
Forsaken by the one meant to exalt you
And still, you couldn’t bear to apostate her
A Mother’s Love callous, and bitter
That’s the truth that we aren’t told isn’t it?
Copyright © Diezel Romero | Year Posted 2019
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