Devil-Oris

It’s easy for you to tell me about me You can take a magnifying glass and see problems I don’t see Within a breath you can summarize my life You can tell me when I went left and I should have went right Can you tell me about the times I couldn’t sleep at night? Can you tell me about when I was being carried down the stairs that night? Surely you can tell me how I woke up to my father hitting my mother in the head in the shower? Do you know the date, time or hour? I’m positive that you remember when my father attempted to ruin my 20th birthday so he wouldn’t have to give me a gift? Or when he was by my house with his new girlfriend when my sister was in and out of consciousness Surely you can explain why he took us to Daytona and only fed us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or beefaroni for a month While we watched his girlfriend eat Wendy’s every day after work. Or how he allowed another girlfriend to bully me over my belongings and my mother was my saving grace If I was so cautious I would think that you weren’t aware of your actions But you took the umbilical cord off my sister as an infant You won’t even let your first great-grandchild be in your residence You refuse to realize that you failed as a mother You watered a seed in the concrete of a home lacking motherly love You are so evil and twisted you never taught him how to love a woman Let alone be an upright man and a husband You taught him to be afraid of responsibility from the beginning You taught him to hide like a coward when it doesn’t fit his interests You took one of God’s creations and ripped the spine from the man He follows you because without his devilish crutch he cannot stand You walk around with your head above everyone else Like no one deserves your presence as if it was a blessing I pray that in death you will see your funeral I pray you see the people who are happy that you are no more I pray every evil thing that you’ve done haunts you on your death bed I pray they take the form of the people you’ve hurt You are NOT my grandmother. You ma’am are lower than dirt.