My Eye’s Where Close; Mother!

My eyes where close, when B*^% molested me almost daily for a year.

My eyes were close, when I would lie in the bed while you and bleep had sex.

My eyes where close when you did not require more of my father or yourself to provide better for us.

My eyes were close when we lived in the trap house on Anacostia Road.

My eyes were close when you tried to commit suicide and blamed it on your sister.

My eyes were close when your latest boyfriend came on to me several times.

My eyes were close when you, went back to Bleep after we were taken from you; it may was not that long however; it was some time.

My eyes were close when you wanted us back home so bad, to appease you and not for the better of us.

My eyes were close to you living vicariously through me. All my dreams where actually yours and all my happiness depended on the dreams you agreed.

My eyes were close to your consent need to be important and paid back for coming into this world.

YOUR eyes were close to the very, most important fact that; WE ARE ALL THEY WAY WE ARE, AARON DEAD, T IN JAIL AND ME JUST NOW FIGURING OUT WHO I AM, because of you. I know you are not the blame for our continued stupid mistakes. However, you rose with a since of entitlement and the world does not work like that.

My eyes where close when I was taking care of three households off one income.

My eyes where close when he took you out this world.

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