nothing personal just a poem...............................
Stepmother stop pocking your nose in my life
One day I'll freak out and raise my big voice
Later don't blame me for your heart attack
Because if I talk, I don't know how to stop
This fight is between you and me
So don't ever think to involve my dad into this
As what I can see my life has become your property
Know your limits before it's too late
Most of the time you also call me dumb
Then you are expecting me to call you mum
I'm a young lady, I'm twenty one
If you have forgotten let me remind you then
You do things without thinking
Neither do you want to be corrected
But when anything goes wrong
You know where to go to blame
Old lady I'm not your garbage bin
Nor your make up, for your kind information
This daily drama can't go on
My ears can no more listen your nonsense
I know you are married to my father
So respect me, I'll respect you too
Learn to treat me like your own daughter
Whether you like it or not this is what you have got to do
By now I'm vomiting these words in a piece of paper
If it will become worse we will have to face each other
Better learn to be a good mother, now or never
Because if my brain boils the result will be blander
Poetry by bubble gum
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Written on 2009-01-28 at 10:07
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Dear Stepmother
Stepmother stop pocking your nose in my life
One day I'll freak out and raise my big voice
Later don't blame me for your heart attack
Because if I talk, I don't know how to stop
This fight is between you and me
So don't ever think to involve my dad into this
As what I can see my life has become your property
Know your limits before it's too late
Most of the time you also call me dumb
Then you are expecting me to call you mum
I'm a young lady, I'm twenty one
If you have forgotten let me remind you then
You do things without thinking
Neither do you want to be corrected
But when anything goes wrong
You know where to go to blame
Old lady I'm not your garbage bin
Nor your make up, for your kind information
This daily drama can't go on
My ears can no more listen your nonsense
I know you are married to my father
So respect me, I'll respect you too
Learn to treat me like your own daughter
Whether you like it or not this is what you have got to do
By now I'm vomiting these words in a piece of paper
If it will become worse we will have to face each other
Better learn to be a good mother, now or never
Because if my brain boils the result will be blander
Poetry by bubble gum
Read 872 times
Written on 2009-01-28 at 10:07
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