Sorrow of a mother's tears

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My mother told me she cried at the

time of my birth. Before her stood life,

holding a gun to her stomach as he

shot me with reality.

Her wound bled the truths of my

understanding that life would be

hard for me.

He pulled the gun away from her

and said 'Now your child will know hardship'

She will have to work hard, she will know hate,

she will know loneliness and when she thinks

that life is too much the lonely angel will be

by her side waiting.

Society is his lover. Did you know that she willingly

chokes the throats of babies and yells 'YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT!BECOME A NOBODY!' So as i walk done gray streets painted with

the cold blue bodies of nobodies, I cry and shake my head.

'Why did you listen?'Society is heartless, she screams in your

ear at every term she gets. She whispers, grins at the curve of your ear

Its a brain teaser gone wrong, cause now you don't know

what's better living or living in reality. Cement under your feet

 turns to quicksand you are drowning, we are drowning, I am drowning

Life put a gun to my mothers stomach, he pulled the trigger and shot

me with reality. He murdered easy living so now I know what it means

to feel cold. To have no water, to want to know what it feels like in other

houses that have heat and electricity. Please explain to me what it means

to have a home. I truly want to know, when he shot me

'HOME' was not a phrase he said I should know. You shall become

a gypsy to your own city, let the cement be your floor.

Three times I saw Life pull the trigger as he killed my sister and two little

brothers, pumping their veins with the truths that I had to learn and see.

He stood before my mother as she held us tight and laughed.

Society crouched  before us patting our head, and caressing our necks.

'Your children shall know pain! We will let them see, they shall not know easy living.

And when it gets to hard a lonely angel

will appear.' But when the angel did appear, he smiled and pulled the bullet

from my chest and said, ' you have suffered long enough. Smile, why

are you letting them win. They are still choking you, breathe! Breathe!Breathe!

Now live!'

Behind The Poem: 

So the story behind this poem, is actually based off a question that a friend asked me. he wondered why I was so sheltered when it came to talking about my past, and it led to this poem.


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by Hope _Love·Apr 18, 2012

your friend was very wise.If you dont tell the story,who will!Thank you for your poem! God Bless!