Disillusion
like a dog with a bone,
I
threw
the
first
stone
burning rage grew deep within
yelling and crying like
sin
explosive curses
-so uncool-
stomping and acting like a
damn fool
burning
==bridges==
with her
cool and calm like water…
was the scared face
of
my
daughter
running on
...
...
guilt
needing a swift
boot in the
rear
for
'Mother of the Year'
Copyright © Frankii Fame | Year Posted 2021
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