my mother once threw the garbage on me and then proceed to spit in my face.iwas just a little girl but i can still remember the feeling of disgrace.sometimes when i look in the mirror i see her face,cold and calculating selling me off to the highest bidder.and all i wanted her to do is love me and let me be with her.how can you give me life but wish my death,it is because of you that i have breath. mommmy please look in to my eyes and see my pain,ill never be bad again i promise i wont drive you insane.mommy i always wanted to be like you,thats probably the reason i do the things i do.im my maughters daughter and mommy all i need is you
Fabioula, These are very intense emotions. I'm sure it felt good to release them. The connection between mother and child is powerful. Blue Star
really intense fab...written with feling that runs very deep.....keep writing....you have expression in your words....let it out
