My Mother, My Enemy

My mother never knew the real me. She never took the time to talk to me. She didn't ask about my wishes, Hopes, dreams or desires of the future. Both of my parents worked so, I cooked, cleaned took care of my, Siblings like the slave that I was. I had a secret when I was 10 years old, And I told no one. I came home all happy. My mother yelled at me, I said but you said I could go, To the birthday party, She just turned around and left. My father came up and knew, I love you no matter who you love, As he kissed me on the forehead. He said come with me, I wanna teach you about cars. I smiled and I was so happy. My mother came out yelling, About me being out there, And my father said she's fine. Why does she hate me? She doesn't, she's jealous, Because your everything, She will never be. That was the first real thing, That my father taught me. Heard my mother say she's, Always been daddy's little girl. My daddy laughed and said, Don't you forget it!! My daddy said you have to realize, She will never be like you. She is her own person, You have to accept that. She never did.