Mom Rape Poems

She was five when she was set down for a talk. Don't walk alone in the dark, keys between your knuckles, don't let them take...

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Worthless.
That's what I thought of myself.
The things that you did to me,
But I'm the one saying sorry.
The other day, mom asked me to press charges.
I...

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I
Thanks to Valsa George whose Mother Nature poem inspired this write. INDUSTRY is celebrated by most national economists, but often I prefer to say: industry...

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Potatoes

At dinner the other night, 
mom fixed our favorite. 
She baked them, 
broiled them, 
cut them up,
 and fried them nice. 

She told us,
this was...

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Knock, Knock

Mom. 
I missed my bus. 
I am going to be late. 
Class will start without me. 
They will be mad..
at me. 

Mom.
Are you up...

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Tree Top Dancers
and Circus Clowns

The neighbors moved away. 
They said nothing to anyone, 
they just left. 
New people took the home. 
There was a big...

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Protecting; To the Last Breath
(a dark moment)

My dear friend told me I was a good mom today. 
I went into the bathroom and tears sprang...

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Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you...

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Back in the Box

Empty packages, 
lots of paper, 
refolded for another year. 
Saved, again and again, 
generation after generation. 
Traditions, 
slowly getting too old, 
falling...

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Missing Flowers

There are no blooms on the table. 
Nothing in the vase by the window. 
Empty water, 
in the one near the door. 

Outside in...

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Snowflakes

The quiet time,
between the coming,
and going,
of the holidays...

A moment here, 
another one...
there.

Like tiny points of light, 
stars in your own life, 
that lead you to;
call...

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Children, 
The Last Child in the Nest 

When you ask something of me, 
I drop what I am doing, 
and attend. 
When you need something...

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Snow Angels 

We laid in the deep snow, 
powder white, like “new” can only be. 
It was fun for you, it was fun for me....

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“C” for Christmas, 
(not cancer…)

The packages were bright, 
the tensile shinny, 
the tree full of sparkle,
bright. 

Mom gone now, 
but grandma… 
took up where she...

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The Tank 

On empty, we drove on. 
There was no place to stop anyway. 
We got in the car before dawn, 
the kids in the...

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