If I could strangle that woman, <br />Hold her against a wall, <br />Inflict that pain I feel. <br />Still, it’s restrained within inside, <br />This motherless child. <br /> <br />The same, same, <br />Could be done to that, <br />The other… stand-in mother (Rat) <br />Craving to tell her what life is, <br />Tell her to stop the denial, <br />Cynical witch… drunken b****. <br />Still, it’s taken all in stride, <br />Yet rage burns in this girl, <br />This motherless child. <br /> <br />A burning hatred that taints, <br />Childhood memories. <br />This growing woman, <br />Defying by determination, <br />Their rotten worn paths, <br />Remembering thoughts, <br />Blocked out from a child’s mind, <br />An existence ago. <br />This motherless child…<br /><br />Melissa Coventry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/motherless-child-2/
