Mama and You

Just a quick bit I wrote while I couldn't sleep.

I was raised by my mama

Because Daddy left after a one night stand

And Mama was always chasing after some man

She was real bitter with rotten cigarette breath

And clothes too young and perfume that smelt like death.

 

She raised me right

But not at all

Because I could never sleep at night

I was busy crying over my new bruises

And the only thing that got me through them

Was the thoughts of you.

 

I swear, you were made of gold

Carved from marble, hard as stone,

And every girl wanted you

Yet you chose me,

Me, with frizzy hair and trembling hands

And I thought I was lucky.

 

I was in love,

Where were you?

In the bar till far too late,

Gambling away every penny I had saved

And when I opened my mouth to argue

You slapped me across the face.

 

I left quick after that,

Packed my bags with what little I had,

And went running back to Mama.

 

A song came on the car radio

And it reminded me of you

So I cried until my mama smacked me

Just like you used to.

 

And I used to think that was all there was all there was for me

All that I was meant to be

But then I met a man

(not a boy, like you)

Who kissed me soft and sweet

And gave me shiny things.

 

Well, that man smacked me

In the kitchen and in the bed

On the thighs and on the head

And I cried when he couldn't hear me

And came back for you instead.

 

You were angry to say the least

But I showed you the tricks I had learned

And the money to my name

And you just pretended nothing had changed

So here we are again.

 

And we've been together for two months now

(whenever you happen to be around)

And you smacked me on the cheek.

And I smacked you right back and left and

We haven't spoken in weeks.

This time I took all my things

(and some of yours too)

And all my money I had hidden

(and some of yours too)

And I set up my own new place

Just south of you,

I feel I can finally breathe,

Finally have space

And I will not be coming back to you this time

Even if I meet a man who smacks me

Or my mama calls me cheap

Because I know you'll do worse things

Things I really just don't need.

 

Author's Note

What you think of my voice?

Reviews

[leahanne]

It's sad to think that the girl in this poem sort of seems as if she took after her mother. I seriously love this. I imagine this girl to be in her late 20s but this poem depicts that she still has the thought process of when she was young and abused. :) Are these men that smack her fathers to her? Or are they boyfriends? The answer is unknown to me but I saw them as abusive boyfriends just like her father was. Excellent.

[Alyssa Case]

Thank you :) She is a young woman, but has the mindset of a young girl. And yes, they are her "boyfriends."

[annabellee]

that is such a sad story about this girl who just keeps finding the wrong guy. It really touched me.
you are very talented :)

[Alyssa Case]

thank you so much! I'm glad you like :)

[annabellee]

you're most welcome :)