Mommy
I grieved prematurely
For this i’m sorry
But please understand
You were so close to the edge
Which gave me my edge
Selfishly
My soul was thin
My flesh was soft
And i was afraid of becoming like you
What do you do?
When your soul inheritance
Is your mother’s disease
What do you do?
When the genes you’ve been give
Are soiled through
What do you do?
When your make-up runs
From your family
Honey
Though you’ve long moved on I ask forgiveness from you
Who i have wronged
Who’s name
Ive burned and perverted
And run through the mud

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