A MOTHER SO COLD

Though I did not write the following poem I wish I had, for I admire its ability to express an obvious anger without any incitement to violence. Author PAUL ENGLAND is slowly documenting what we take to be his life’s experiences and I believe he deserves a wider audience.

A MOTHER SO COLD

Mother let me tell you

I don't give a fuck;

shit, I felt it too

when fathers place you took.

Am I a child you could not hold

you callous fucking cunt,

you call me cold!

shit, you've got some front.

For father told me this;

how ready you are to scold,

so excuse me all you people

if I am talking bold,

but mother said some shit

that went and touched my heart,

so I'll take her to my rhymes

and rip that bitch apart.

I'm crying while I write

‘cos this shit hurts to say

but I feel I have to write

‘cos the pain won't go away.

You see there is a line

but you crossed that long ago,

that day you got so selfish

and dad walked out the door.

So keep your love

and save it for another,

for what you've done to me:

you just can't be a mother.

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