Alcoholic mom
Beating infants in an outworn romper
Sirens going off
For something else
Nobody stops her
The little kids are taking it
Like it doesn't hurt that bad
Their lives are fairly easy
Just don't make mommy mad
10 shots of titos
She might start breaking windows
But it's better than their faces
And it's better than the stories that gotta keep up w the bruises
If only their dad were here,
Too bad He's busy using
His kids envy the way he looks at his rig
Everybody knows smack is worth dying for
If only your kids were a good enough reason to live.
Dad only comes home every other month
Three days at a time
Til mommy’s no more fun
He says everything will be fine
As he storms out the front
Shuts the door just in time
For it to catch what ever mommy had in her hand
She tells herself she needs a man
someone to talk to
To latch onto
She sobs in her bedroom
Because there's nobody else in it
She tells herself she needs a man
So she could see what it's like to be loved again
She hates loneliness and she hates being left
She pops her Prozac with a swig of something clear.
She slips into her favorite outfit
Spends 30 minutes drinking in front of a mirror.
The kids are at the dining room table eating store baught cobbler.
They all look up to see mommy wearing her outworn romper.
About the Creator
Jacob Grona
Eating my weight in cabbage.
I don’t know anything
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