Bye Mom

Bye mom

Sometimes I sit back, think and wonder how my life would of turned out if I would of known
my mother.
It feels like things would have probably been worst, but there no way to know and I'm left
in limbo.
A wrong doing by her was overwhelming to the point of not getting my sanity back until the
later years in life.
Stricken with the pain of having to bear the name of her choice, I'm forced to to bear the
name, that of a curse.
Takin back to a point of no return, and at this time my rage and anger will only leave
people confused.
So I have to lay back and show the other side, the nice calm side, cause if it was up to
me, I'd put you in your place and let it be.
And surely you would not want that to cease, cause I'll pop off and you'll be sitting
there looking at your feet, rocking back and forth, talking about, why would you do this
to me.
But let me take a step before they call the police. 
                                                                          Love you mom peace
                                                                                Be to you!
                                                                                  Your son
                                                                                  Wilforjy
                                                                                  Bye Mom
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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February 1, 2010 at 5:54 AM
How am I the first to comment?? WOW, you show those raw emotions of aggression vividly in this write man... I like how you show where these emotions stem from concluding the way you did... Shotgun blow by the fist.....:JP]
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