Get out! Go Away!! Why did I have you? I must have been insane! You have been nothing but trouble from the minute you were born. Do the dishes! Stand on the chair! God gave you two hands.. USE THEM! Make sure you dry deep in the bottom of the glass.. I am going to check.. If it's not .. I'm going to be the lawnmower and your ass is going to be the grass. When your done .. fold the clothes down stairs.. Your old enough to fold towels you have to do your share. Don't look at me like that!
The girl folds the towels in the damp dark basement looking everywhere.. Especially where she fears the most underneath the creepy stairs. She went into the dining room where the Mom had friends. The room was smoky they were all drinking coffee when she came in. You can't be done already! the Mom said. The girl just put her head down and silently nodded yes. Well, then go lie down in the middle of the street and count mufflers.. Just don't make a mess. The girl ran outside Listening to the laughter of the Mom and her friends. The Mom always yells and makes fun of the child.. As if she was nothing more than an animal in the wild. Slut, tramp, bastard.. I could have aborted.. I wish I did! But I just couldn't afford it. Your father in jail Me three months along with you.. I had no money What could I do? She reminds the girl she is not her daughter She has no worth.. She claims when the girl was born She must have gotten the afterbirth.. And her "real" daughter is out there somewhere.. The Mom screams .. Life is not fair! The girl wishes she was the real daughter Who makes no mistakes.. Then maybe the Mommy would stop all the hate. The girl doesn't blame the Mom for being mad .. If the real one never finds her way home.. Maybe Mom will change her mind.. and try to love her ... just one time. No... She screams AFTERBIRTH AFTERBIRTH!! The girl puts her small hands over her ears to keep out the screaming... She does not want to hear.. It never works ... She wishes she could have found a better way. Because even after all this time ... She still hears echoes through her mind AFTERBIRTH AFTERBIRTH .. That is all ....you will ever be worth.
Gee.
I've been fighting depression lately, and I had to go and read this.
It may actually help though...the sooner I hit bottom the sooner I can either start back up or be gone.
I don't care which it is.
Awesome writing as always.
John
Good god almighty, Erica...this is one of the most painful, gripping pieces I have ever read. You have floored me, it arrows into my heart and mind. Exquisite write on such horrible situation. Bravo.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2003
Your expression in this is great. How I wish I could give these children to the mothers that can not be, that want to be. Great write.
..so many people go through life dragging their souls through the mud because they were made to feel worthless as children..so many of us are scarred within ..so many have broken hearts that are being held together by a hope that is dissipating ever so quickly..ty for this touching write..my heart cries in anguish for all tha young souls that are treated like zero..
Vesna
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2003
Erica,
You know this post anytime
is a much neede message and a
painful one I can relate to in
the past it is so very sad {{hugs}}}
Emotional turmoil in verses.
"Make sure you dry deep in the bottom
of the glass..
I am going to check..
If it's not ..
I'm going to be the lawnmower
and your ass
is going to be the grass.
When your done ..
fold the clothes down stairs..
Your old enough to fold towels
you have to do your share.
Don't look at me like that!
The girl folds the towels
in the damp dark
basement looking everywhere..
Especially where she fears the most
underneath the creepy stairs.
She went into the dining room
where the Mom had friends. "
Love Lady peg
Oh, Erica, my heart broke reading this sad poem. When will those kind of parents learn that words cut deeper than physical violence ever could, and take longer to heal? I think you're brave to pen such a poem.
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Great write!
I hope it's fiction.
(((hugs)))
~Jackie~
about a very sad situation
well done
William
I've been fighting depression lately, and I had to go and read this.
It may actually help though...the sooner I hit bottom the sooner I can either start back up or be gone.
I don't care which it is.
Awesome writing as always.
John
Once I heard a woman saying to her seven years' old daughter the same as in the first seven lines of the first Stanza.
Good reading. I have learned from this magnificent poetical masterpiece.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love Tinka
LM
In Spirit,
Bear
Vesna
You know this post anytime
is a much neede message and a
painful one I can relate to in
the past it is so very sad {{hugs}}}
Emotional turmoil in verses.
"Make sure you dry deep in the bottom
of the glass..
I am going to check..
If it's not ..
I'm going to be the lawnmower
and your ass
is going to be the grass.
When your done ..
fold the clothes down stairs..
Your old enough to fold towels
you have to do your share.
Don't look at me like that!
The girl folds the towels
in the damp dark
basement looking everywhere..
Especially where she fears the most
underneath the creepy stairs.
She went into the dining room
where the Mom had friends. "
Love Lady peg
Julie :)