Mummy’s Love. (Hidden in Anger).

I can feel my mummy's love I know it's in there somewhere.

As the hands rein down on me, I know somewhere inside she cares.

I can feel my mummy's love even though it's hidden in despair.

I know she has a lot of love to give but the anger is always there.

I can feel my mummy's love as my ears ring with a bout of insulting words.

I am sure...

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Daddy said he couldn't get sober, couldn't get sober,

even if he tries.

mama said the marriage ain't over, marriage ain't over,

till the day she dies.

I said I just want normalcy, just want normalcy,

it will suffice.

daddy said he couldn't get sober, couldn't get sober,

god knows he's tried.

mama said the marriage ain't over, marriage ain't over,

for all the tears s...

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ABSENT FATHER

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The father of

Seven children

Is absent from home.

Seven children are

Missing a playmate,

Missing a teacher,

Missing a provider.

He was lured

Away from his

Personal kingdom, beyond

The wildlife sanctuary.

A rifle,

A crossbow

Hastened his subtraction

From the dense 

Equation of life.

Now the royal

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Why this sense of loss and betrayal
locked behind prison bars of portrayal?
Intestines writhe, so pining for
relief from the blood that I abhor.

We were born as a fragment of a family
we were childlike, optimistic, and free
but we drifted away, shrewdly snared
in our sight, a chimera flared

The shade instigated hate into flaming
firing hate for themself and then others shaming,
overt...

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sprang up and only one loved me

as i kept growing another saw potential for what i could be

i had some periods where i didnt grow and my planter became more distant

my roots started diversing and i went a little haywire, and only the other followed where i went

watering me and had a lot od encouranging words, cutting off the thorns and dead leaves that hurt

as i began to wilt still ...

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In the beginning he would wake at every peculiar sound that came from the babies crib 

In the beginning he would bring me a beverage as I fed his son whilst the moon was dimly lit 

In the beginning he would rush home from work eager to see the family he created 

In the beginning we were the people whom he could be himself and escape with 

In the beginning we were enough 

He wou...

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