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Mommy's Eyes

By , Williamsburg, KY
Cold and hard,
Never happy,
Disappointed in everything,
Especially me.

Why couldn't I be beautiful,
Like her youthful self,
Why wasn't I perfect,
Or in perfect health.

Why didn't she love me,
Why didn't she care,
I was a lonely girl,
Without having a mother there.

Eyes filled with anger,
Enclosed with depression,
Huffing paint, smoking weed,
Drugs were her secret obsession.

Her husband beats her,
Tears fall down her stone face,
This does not bother me,
I try to think of a happy place.

Mommy's eyes,
Brown and dead,
Mommy's mind,
Has escaped her head.





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