Motherhood...It's suppose to be beautiful, protective, and perfect. But, too often I see greed, betrayal, and hypocrisy.....



Mama Why?
You're selling stuff
to that guy.
You don't tell me
you love me.
I see you smile
only when you buy.

Mama Why?
You hit me and
cut me down.
What happened
to tender carresses
and Good-nite kisses?

Mama Why?
You use and abuse
No Play-doh
No checkers
Just dirty floors
and boyfriends in bed.

Mama Why?

Why am I so alone,
Mama?
I thought you'd
hold me and keep me safe.
No food or Kool-aid,
Just roaches and darkness.

You are always gone
or so out of it,
you don't know
who I am.

Mama, Why??

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