A poem by my wife.

Your'e what they call a Mother?

Not me, I call you "It"

Cuz all my life you spoke to me

Like I was a piece of shit

I taught myself to ride my bike

And swim and read and write

Cuz all you really cared about

Was being a lady of the night!

You never really held my hand

You never even hugged me

I guess you were a selfish bitch

Your attitude did bug me

I didn't deserve to be so dissed

Surely you could see that

Or maybe not, cuz half the time, Mum

You were truly pissed

I always got my Brothers up

While you laid in your bed

Complaining bout the arguments

And how we hurt your head

You said I made you poorly

With my tantrums and my mouth

When all I really wanted was

To know what life's about

But that was to much stress for you

You couldn't handle it

So you just shouted and gave out slaps

Cuz you didn't give a shit

By Janny Ashleigh 

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