Getting really personal here, and why shouldŽnt I


Mom, I remember when I defended you
against my dad

he was drunk, buddies waiting at the door

you on the sofa,
me on the side
taking shit from everyone
but I was there when it came down

I was 12 years old

he whispered in my ear that I was no good
a punk
then laughed on his way out to the cool ones

you and I
that I had taken his place

you were 35,
and I was then
a man

Now I am that punk, that no good shit
living under your roof
no money, no rent

But you treat me like a boyfriend and/or something else

like I am only 12

And I should not dare to leave you

My dad is good now, sober, older, mature
a life good

and my mom has a new boyfriend, Mats

he drinks, as do I

And what a thing it is

to be 12 and a man

I keep saying that because I feel like a boy
acting like one

IŽm sorry, mother,
you are the best

but looking out for my interests

I should better handle it

Te amo*

Diary by Ivan R
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Written on 2015-07-14 at 00:16

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Very powerful scenes of family life, of society, of abuse brought on by addiction of many sorts and how all this affects the vortex of those trapped inside.