There is a man who I hold much hate for.
It stabs me when I bring his image to my brain.
Only it mentally slaughters my mother.
It’s her ex-husband
He damaged her worse that words.
He is a mountain or a man.
My mom is like a mosquito
Small, and un-noticed, except for the hum buzzing
Her hum buzzing is her beauty
Her beauty made grown men cry
What happened? She didn’t deserve it.
Extreme punishment for being extremely innocent
Everyone understands she didn’t deserve it
Daring, distracted, drunken temper
The pain is recognized substantially every ware we go
She makes it through, everyday
When she does so many things she never meant to.
Not even realizing it.
Sometimes it infuriates me and drives me crazy!
Which shatters us to ruins and rubble
We make it through; see
It created a special outstanding everlasting bond
Never to be reduced to rubble
How did this come to be?
Blam! Boom! Bang! Crash! Skid!
The mountain flicked the mosquito
The man picked her up over his head
Threw her down like a broken toy
Smack!
Goes her dome on a car stop.
Bloody, broken, bodily, brain damage.
Never will I forget it
That complete stare of bewilderment
Such a mental breakdown
Could’ve been avoided. Fate!
Fate is hate for the mountains.
For that character of a man
If I see him before you
Next time you see him
He will be upside down in a garbage can
She is my outstanding forever loving
my one and only mother
My only member left of my family.
He can’t take her!
If I see the mountain man again
Nothing will compare to my grin
While I sit in the pen
Laphing at the greatness of my unforgivable premeditated sin
Never regretting
I would do it again, and again, and again.
