MotherA Poem by AimeeA mother is strong, selfish, and insincere The mother I came to know A portrait of a monster hidden beneath a honeyed smile No matter what you do, you can never escape All of the hidden anger and the hate She stands still on flaming floors Awaiting your next call Standing still, quite silently Waiting for the pressure to take its toll And when the clock chimes 12 And everyone is sound asleep She takes out a belt And starts to whip You beg for mercy But she can never hear For a mother is only there To fuel your fear © 2018 Aimee |
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Added on January 22, 2018 Last Updated on January 22, 2018 |