Why are you…

  October 16th, 2011 by LittleMiss

  Why are you angry with me mama?

I told you a story….Of  a boy and his friend who liked to play with his baby sisters. He never touched me mama. He touched the others. I thought it was ok. I cried, I wanted you to stop treating your son like god. He isn’t perfect. You left me. Two months later you came back… To send me away. I was on a plane. Crying by myself. You left me in Arizona. I didn’t know who they were. I cried. That pain. I will never forget it mama. But why, why are you mad at me?

I told you a story…. Of a boy and a girl who wanted more than I could give. I counted, forgot. I watched the clocked from 3 to 4 and 4 to 5. Stayed awake while they slept. I’ve been awake since then. That clock. I will never forget it. But why, why are you mad at me?

I told you a story…. A story about a man that climbed on top. I cried. I asked him to stop. I was so young and innocent. He took that from me mama. I wondered where you were. I told him he was hurting me. I cried. He said. Why do you think that is? His voice. I will never forget it mama. But why, why are you mad at me?

I told you a story…. A story about a man. He drank the whole bottle and nearly drown me. Wading in the water. I had given up. No, I nearly drown myself. I stared up from just below the surface. He was to drunk. To imbalanced. I didn’t move. I didn’t bother. The water, it burned my eyes. Couldn’t close them. I will never forget it mama. But why, why are you mad at me?

I told you a story…. A story of a man that wanted to hurt me. He got in the car behind me. I had no time to lock the doors or even shut them. His eyes. I will never forget them mama. But why, why are you mad at me?

 

 

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