Will they accept me for who I am mother ? Will they love me? Mother will they accept that I want to be a wrester i mean after all this society is cruel. Mom I need to know these things so when I grow up I won't be shocked on how they don't accept me. Mom when I feel down will I have someone to lift me up cause Mom the only thing that I know is going to help is a cut on my wrist in the morning and night don't worry I won't cut where my vain is if I died I won't get all the answers I need. Mom I'm just simplying asking I am calling you out to you God why is this fucking world unfair I'm confused we fucked up the drugs we use we kill motherfukers just for upgrading shoes mom I know your to of this new generation I can tell you are when the news comes on about a girl getting rape how the news people and court are saying that it is her fault by mom Im just a kid In this jungle you know I'm trying to find a place but it's like a maze with no direction mom believe me I'm passing over corner and I'm feeling disconnecting mom it's like hate is a disease and were the only one not affected mom I know when you tell my brother that life is not a game he is ignoring you mom I hate it when you say kid is not a book I hate it because it's true mom Wil I find a man who will love me for me or will he just a bus just like the models are abusing make up products mom please tell me I really do need to know will they every learn how to accept every one race will people listen to me mother I ask so these things and she for says is let me hold you cause in my arms your safe and sound the finale question I ask mom will the world love me like to do.
- Author: NikitaPassmore ( Offline)
- Published: May 19th, 2017 22:44
- Comment from author about the poem: This is all true i really do want to be a wrestler the society right now is awful
- Category: Reflection
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