Mother Why

Mama why? The sight of me makes you cry? Oh mama why oh mama why You never asked me honey what is it like to die? Mama why can’t you tell me why I keep these tears in my eyes Why am I so despised. I can see it in your eyes you can no longer hide your precious little lies.. or should I say you’re untold Truth. Of course I’m questioning. What did you think I was going to do? Remember when I asked you.. how my grandma died? I should have known by the look in your eyes that you fully didn’t tell me about her demise. All you said was that she bumped her head, and shortly after that they pronounced her dead.. was that the truth or a half a fact. I know when you look at me that you are holding back. As time went on and I grew strong I still didn’t know what the hell went on. So f*** that I had to find out after a funeral I don’t thank you daughter knew I was going to handle that. But the chick didn’t care, she just hit me with a Mac. To be continued..