The virtue of forgiveness
isn’t something that I’ve been blessed with.
trying to find a clearer picture in the haze
of those good ol’ days.
mother, why is that needle in your arm?
where did you get all of those scars?
locked in a closet,
watching you get beat
plays in my mind
working through these thoughts
doesn’t help the pain go away,
as you leave me estranged today.
caught between two worlds,
Eminem- your good friend- says it so well:
“ Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though
Cause you ain’t even get to witness your grand babies grow
But I’m sorry, Mama, for “Cleaning Out My Closet”, at the time I was angry
Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though,
’cause now I know it’s not your fault, and I’m not making jokes.”
i wish that my words could soothe crowds like his
but my thoughts push people into an abyss.
mother, why did you have to go?
we could have helped each other grow.
it’s true- some stories are better off untold..
but how can i learn how to love myself
when you have taught me to be so cold?