#happymotherfuckingfathersday

[theproblematicgoddess-blog]

Happy Father’s Day

Mommy, mommy; she’s mad again,

“Mommy, mommy. Please stop,” I scream in pain,

She pulls my hair, screeches in my face,

She slaps me some, and the kicking takes place,

And I shield my reddened cheeks,

With tears that my eyes start to leak.

 Why don’t you try? She bellows at me,

Why can’t you pass the test like that kid, Mary?

I hate to call you stupid, but I must,

It seems like your scores allow it to be just.

 My just-pulled roots on my scalp stings,

It hurts, it hurts – I say about many things,

My yanked neck hurts quite terribly,

But I keep quiet as I hold the pain bearably.

 She yells on and on,

I think she has gone on for at least an eon,

And when she is done yelling at me,

She just walks away and lets everything be,

But has she forgotten,

The harsh words and blows I had gotten?

How can she be so happy after this,

When I’m sobbing on the staircase as she’s in bliss?

I cry and cry and cry,

It seems that Father’s Day has gone awry.

 Minutes and minutes have gone,

And she’s the mother I could always count on,

So helping and cheery,

Not at all so weary,

But me?

 My cheeks are dried,

My face no longer hides,

From the incoming blows,

And now my face, it glows

There are no marks,

But there is redness, bare and stark,

And I hold my head down,

As I let my feelings drown.

 Mother, mother, I’m sorry,

Not everything shines bright, or starry,

I’m sorry I’m not perfect,

Tests, and test, not a single ounce do they reflect,

The true nature of who I am,

The girl who I am, the girl named Cam,  

The test tells you that she’s a fail,

I’d just say that her talent’s quiet stale,

Not shown or used for a long time,

I’d say she’s not longer in her prime.

 So I’d like to say again, mother,

I’m sorry for being such a bother.

I just hope all is well for you,

We sure can’t have happiness between us two.

So go on and be happy while I mope,

I’ve lost track of happiness, or so I hope,

What does it mean to be happy?

Certainly to not be scolded snappily,

Or to be smacked by your callous palm,

Happy Father’s day, my dear mom.

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I love my mom and all, but today we got into a huge fight. I just vented out my feelings to write this... “masterpiece”. (Names are falsified.)