Wendia Rowe Poet I do not know?

Mother

She spoke with hate, and screamed at us
I wanted to hide and cry sometimes.
And after work, when she came home
She would always disturb our night.
I think she's nuts,her actions spoke
I don't know how I stayed so strong.
I was the main, focus of her hate
She made me feel I didn't belong.
She wiped my smiles, and hated my friends
I wonder much,but couldn't find why.
My laughter made her storms arise 
Her garden bloomed if I should cry.

There was no refuge, no chance to complain
The adults say "you need corrections".
But how do you, escape Cruela de vil,
Without the label as a child delinquent?
What was her motive,to drive me mad?
She was angry,when I made her proud
She'd strive so hard, to tear me down
I could smell her raging thoughts aloud
She comes to where, I now call home
I ask her"Mother why do u hate me so"
After her usual attempt to convince me I was mad,
She gave an unaccepted sorry,and said,"I don't know".

06/Jan/2013

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Ginger Amee Terdue April 22, 2013 at 5:51 AM Really? You wrote as someone who is filled with spite and who wouldn't forgive. Really, this word is peopled with strange characters. Nevertheless, I still believe this nice poem of yours as fiction and a good story for the young ones. As a young black Nigerian, I've come across worse scenes in life that I force myself to grow pass them all. Thanks for the reminder. A nice job here too. Wendia Rowe April 22, 2013 at 5:33 PM Wow,all I can say,smh.

Suzanne Delaney April 4, 2013 at 10:23 AM When the one who we expect to love us the most fails us the fault is in them and not you,,,keep on shining as these things can only make us stronger and more tolerant of others, ourselves. SuZ

Nikta Sol January 18, 2013 at 8:14 AM hi, this is such a nice poem.. i hope this is not true in your life, but a nice topic. thanks for sharing

Sara Kendrick January 12, 2013 at 5:30 AM I hope that this is not your life but just a topic about which you write..If it is your life, I hope that you have found a safe place in your life..You last line speaks the truth..She probably does not know why she does what she does...But deep within her being she does know..You need to seek some kind of counceling so that the abuse ends with you and does not go on to your children or your sister and brother's childern..Sara Wendia Rowe January 12, 2013 at 3:28 PM Thank you very much Sara for Your understanding. And I will seek counselling.I don't believe it has made me bad person;as I don't wish to see other people hurt.But I do believe it still has a negative effect on me sometimes.

Richard Palmer January 10, 2013 at 6:24 PM the reason mothers hate daughters,it's normally their growing experiences how they grew,how they were treated,you need to find out a little about her past,sit her down have a serious talk and you just might end up feeling sorry for her,welcome to the soup Wendia,always happy to see more Jamaicans on board Wendia Rowe January 12, 2013 at 3:25 PM Thanks for the welcome,but I think my Mother's hatred for me is more deeper than u think.And I don't want to understand it. I grew up literally in Hell, everyone treated me like I did something to them; and she made it worst not better.

Kingsley Awoh January 9, 2013 at 9:31 PM Love this poem...kp writing... Wendia Rowe January 12, 2013 at 3:29 PM Thank you very much.

Ayesha Karim January 8, 2013 at 5:04 PM Hateful people are always trying to take hits at me. I can relate to what you are talking about in your poem. You are Jamacian. I am actually Black Guyanese but I dealt with my haters since childhood and hate is hard you know life itself is hard enough without knowing there are haters people who try to destroy you and complicate and make your life a living Hell and to make things hard for you.. Wendia Rowe January 9, 2013 at 9:09 PM Thanks alot, I have a friend who is Guyanese too,her name is Kavita,shes always so sweet and I met her a year ago,she is the only one who understands me.

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl January 8, 2013 at 7:02 AM Hi there and welcome to the site, I hope you enjoy it here. Wendia Rowe January 9, 2013 at 9:06 PM Thank u Mandy

Emmanuel Okpoti January 7, 2013 at 8:31 AM Hmm sad. I hope you didn't go through this for real. Anyhow, a great piece of emotions. Good work. Wendia Rowe January 7, 2013 at 3:37 PM Thanks for the compliment

Joy Wellington January 7, 2013 at 1:52 AM Wendia, I hope beyond hope that this was a work of fiction...I would not want to know that any mother could be so cold hearted towards their child. Love your play on words though. One love, Joy Wells Wendia Rowe January 7, 2013 at 3:37 PM Thank u joy

George Zamalea January 6, 2013 at 10:18 PM It's a lovely one. Thanks for sharing. Wendia Rowe January 7, 2013 at 3:37 PM thanks a lot

John Posey January 6, 2013 at 7:38 PM You have a talent for words. You use them with authority and you use them effectively. Let your talent bloom.... It will fit well in a bouquet of goodness...... Jake Wendia Rowe January 6, 2013 at 7:42 PM Thank u very much,i'm glad i joined this site,everyone here is so supportive.

Wendia Rowe January 6, 2013 at 6:15 PM What country are you from? Reggae Magnet January 8, 2013 at 2:31 AM If this was meant for me I am from there an ExPat. It is not easy to knoow when there's a reply because there's no notification.

Reggae Magnet January 6, 2013 at 6:05 PM Maybe it was just frustration dear, regardless of what happened be charitable to her, nothing worse than a child cursing its parent. Be good and ow surround yourself with love and learn to impart it. Reggae Magnet January 6, 2013 at 6:06 PM Nice poem BTW,