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This is what I have learned. |
Your children come first, At least that’s what I’ve heard. But these tears Tell a different story As they burn my face, while whispering “You’re second place. Your mother chose the path To love a man who Can never be considered that again. Your mother will never stay In all of the ways that she should. She constantly shows you That she never would.” But still, I hope. I waited I year. I never wanted to tell. I wanted to be comfortable In places I never was. Maybe it will get better. Maybe I can find a home. But I was not dreaming. I was not asleep mom! I was awake! I was not feeling things In some sort of twisted dream, Where grown men become monsters And mothers were at there defend! I wanted more than anyone To be in a horrible nightmare! But this was real. And when I needed you the most You were nowhere to be seen! I was 11 years old. But still, I wish. Through everything You still stand beside A monster of a man. If we were in a line, And you had to pick, You would throw out your hand To someone Who I can never look at again! You didn’t do anything, And you continue not to. It is as if nothing happened. As if it was a nightmare. As if it didn’t matter. As if you just didn’t care. You say you love him And mom, By saying that You are screaming to me Just how much you don’t love me! But still, I pray I pray that Someday You can put your children first; Where it matters. You always left. I was so alone Until I was used to it! You, the one person Who cannot bear the idea Of being left by yourself, Deserted your youngest daughter! Do you know how afraid I was mom? The dark became my new monster! I was 14. But I have grown. The grace of God Has allowed me To move on. I have forgiven you For something that You are unaware of Doing wrong. I love you mom, And I always will. Sometimes in life, I have to forgive someone for something They were never sorry for. And that’s alright Because ,mom, I am no longer the little girl Who is afraid to sleep at night. And I’m alright. It still hurts sometimes, And it always might. But I have moved on. I just want you to see That your children come first, At least, that’s what I’ve learned. |