I was the child she didn't want she let me know often.
She is a straight line and my lines are often zigzag.
I was born to early I required and needed more then she was willing to give
She called me dumb, slow, stupid, ugly even as a adult
but she always came up with clever ways to say it.
Often times everything was more important to her drugs, men, or money
How she truly felt would come out most when she was high
how she hated me and wish she never had me
I know she had a rough life so I tried to make
her happy cooking, cleaning, careing for my sister
It was never enough.
My grandmother told me to make sure she had some where to lay her head
I did but even that was not...