My Mom

Feathered Brazilian brown hair with eyes that match. Red lips,Skinny brows with mascara thick on each lash. Skin tone honey roasted cashew. Body scarred from self harm and all she had been through. Felonies,misdemeanors and a diploma. From Great kills,Staten Island to the beaches of Clearwater and Sarasota. Vodka on the rocks with a splash of diet coke. Mirror, a straw and lines of coke. She always made you laugh With every joke. Even though,Throughout my childhood my mom was an addict. There is no other women, I would of rather spent my life with. Taught me how to be ok with surviving by myself. Showed me some life choices will have you buried or displayed on a shelf. I’ve learned from all your mistakes. So, I choose love over wealth. I was born the black sheep to break the family cycle for my own health. To ensure, I face the life. I try to create with my best self.