Sorrow of a mother's tears

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