Do Not Compare Me To My Mother Ever
(none fiction)
I do not know who I remind you off
Maybe I remind you off my mother.
But let's get it right this time for I am not her and never will be.
She's a woman.who so suddenly cut her massive hair
she been growing for years down her hips. Now trying to look like me.
Sorry, Mom it will never happen, but nice try for I did notice
She looks her age, while me at 40 I still look 18 and it's no lie.
She's a big bone women I'm a petite.
She a woman that's afraid of my father. Honestly after what he put me and my sister through I am not afraid of him. I've become more like a warrior.
She a woman had five children she never cared about. I only have one. Oh yah by the way my brother Peter died so she now have only 4 girls.
My brother Peter was born with disability from head to toe. I will never forget when she confess it to me when she was living in a bedroom apartment.
Her plan was to get rid of him that's why he was born defective.
I will also never forget every time I used to go visit my mother Peter was always happy to see. I just recently found out he died in 2012 when I first took my son to meet my for the 1st time.
I hate every minute of every moment of people comparing
Me to my parents that never did nothing for me.
For they way of life was.they assume it was other people
Job to provide for me and my siblings.
I had to mature early to provide for myself and now for my son I love.
So please do not ever dare to compare me with my parents who's attentions are only towards themselves but yet goes around try to use my name to get some.
Copyright © Nagella Jean-Baptiste | Year Posted 2018
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