Crack crack it’s crack she smokes
I’m so little I don’t even know
Moneys gone where is the rent?
Crack crack were moving again.
Sometimes she leaves don’t know where she’s at.
Sometimes I see her hiding acting whack
Crack crack it’s the reason you don’t love me back
Please someone help her she needs rehab.
My mom we love her but we need more.
Two babies need a mother but I’m a baby my own
Crack crack she lacks a mothers love
One day she will regret all that she has done.
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Author:
sjc513 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a bit more personal. My mother has been on and off drugs my entire life.
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Comments4
beautifully written, coming from someone with an even more beautiful heart. you're very strong for sharing this!!
Thank you 😊
Thank you for letting this out and being perfectly you. You just help me go back to something I'd shared a while ago ( pg10 shadow of your self) don't worry if you don't go.
I just could feel we have been on the same boat my mums was just alcohol, but its down to us to change the cycle.
Much love
Thanks Dan I’ll check it out. Yes it is very important not adapt that additive behavior and break that cycle.
Yep, those type drugs destroy relationships and steal everything you own. Great write.
Thank you 😊
EVEN THOUGH YOUR MOTHER WAS NOT THERE FOR YOU,YOU ARE A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED WOMAN,MNY PRAYERS FOR YOU AND YOUR MOTHER MELISSA
Thank you so much
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