All on Me Poem, by Bame Bame, at My poetic side

Hi mum,

You raised me well, all the bad about me is all on me

I lost my way along the journey; how do I turn back?

My desire to live a perfect life made me force things that didn’t fit

Your prayers saved me

But what will sustain me?

They said there is a spell cast upon me, I didn’t believe in such

But if I am not a threat, why are dark forces fighting me this hard?

You taught me patience, I did the opposite

I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t wait for it

I always wake up when it’s too late

Repairing the damage always cost me

Red for danger? Maybe I am a bull at a show

The wrong people I ‘ve met in my life, I attracted

I once stood at a door to the good life, but there was a sign that said restricted

So much has happened in my life which a lot of people still question

Some of them are shameful and most are sad to mention

You raised me to be great, but what I am now, that’s on me.

Comments +

sorenbarrett July 21st, 2025 03:45
A poem that poses the question of how much can a parent do with genetics and upbringing and how much is due to friend and society influence and what is left for self determination if there is such a thing. This poem makes the point that there is free will and self determination.
Tony36 July 21st, 2025 07:28
BRAVO

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