Every one grabbing at me. No one cares if your drain all they want is for you to fulfill their needs. I'm fighting for their lives but I ask whose got my back. Whose gonna catch me when I fall? When will I matter in my world? Can for a moment you see I count. My opinions, my feelings, my heart and soul. Stop taking me granted. Stop making me feel as if I am alone in this world. Look past my failures and see I am so much more than what you see. A single mother, a broken bird with a missing wing. Don't count me out please count me in. Stop putting me in a box and calling me a loser. Could my babies see I am trying to be but all I know is how to be me. Fighting against me don't you see I'm fighting a losing battle. At the end of the day all I want is to live my dreams of being able to take pretty pictures and erase the tears. I wish I had a mother who didn't depend on drugs but relied on the fact I love her. I wish she didn't teach me how to get her high and shoot heroin in between her toes. I wish I had the strength to tell her no. I wish I had a normal life and child who wasn't fighting to live. I get it now that I can choose to change. I am not the mistakes I made. I am not the mistakes my mother made. I am me and all I can be is me. All I want is to be loved just as I am imperfection and all.
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Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.