| Mommy Dearest |
| By Amanda Sherrod |
| Mother is God upon the lips of Children. But I am no longer a child. And my Mother is no longer my God. I wont Bend backward any longer, I wont pretend to be what Im Not anymore. Love me for me, or fuck you. My Mother isn't My God anymore. I live now for me, and not her. So Many Mother's do right, They love, they care, They Nurture, they share! Those Mothers should be Gods. But Not mine, not ever. I tried to put her upon a Pedastal, Tried to whorship her and show her love. Yet all her Sacriments where paid, In my own hearts blood. Why did you do it? Why did you stay? She's my Mother, I said, I couldn't throw her away. But years dragged on, I starved and wasted away... Until one fated day, I realized, She'd already thrown me away. A Christmas Gift form God, Was I to her. And she wouldn't receive. Merry Christmas Mommy Dearest. You arent my God Anymore. |
| Today is December 26th, And I wrote this sitting upon the floor of the Java Monkey, A Coffee Shop in Decatur, they have poetry readings on Sundays, and I read this aloud. And Many people liked it. |
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