A Poem by dangerbooze

My MOTHER has the nerve to tell me that I shouldn't tell people that I'm happy with a boyfriend. I haven't spoken to her in almost half a year.

How dare you
I call you my flesh and blood
Yet you make me feel worthless
These words pour from me like a volcanic flood

Is my happiness nothing to you?
Are you so caught up in propriety
That you damage me with your worries
And destroy my stability

You wonder why I stay angry
It was you who had me relocated
Who would rather keep her new family happy
It was then my love for you dissipated

They say blood is thicker than water
Consider our blood thinned
Your fickle maternal instincts are as useless
As a kite with no wind.

© 2019 dangerbooze

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Oh man, I feel you there. Good for you for picking what makes you happy.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I'm so sorry you have had to deal with so much family betrayal. You & I have really been through an awful lot of the same things. I'm glad we are friends :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

I know a few people with mothers like this, parents like this, and it is a true shame. Why SHOULDN'T you tell people you are happy with a boyfriend? Don't let ANYONE "destroy your stability" if YOU are happy. On to the review of the actual poem: I love the line "these words pour from me like a volcanic flood". It really brings to mind the thick, fiery hatred you are trying to convey, but the "flood" part is a little contradictory, bringing another natural disaster to mind. I LIKE that! LOL I also definitely felt the line, "They say blood is thicker than water; consider our blood thinned." How many people do I know that would do anything for friends but can't relate to their family? Not that many, but I totally understand those people, and I'm one of them. This is strong, and you definitely get your point across. Good one!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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3 Reviews
Added on June 21, 2010
Last Updated on December 31, 2019
Tags: inferno, poem




I'm a lazy writer. I write what I feel when I feel like it. But to be more specific, I have a constant case of writer's block about pretty much every thought that I can think of or even consider. .. more..

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A Poem by dangerbooze