| General Poetry
posted November 11, 2024 |
The life of being raised by a cocaine and opioid addict
You gave me life and I thank you for that
The rest of your parenting falls very flat
You starved us, neglected us, and used us as kids
Left an abusive partner for hopes of change
But your own destruction was hiding down range
Goodbye to the bruises, cheating, and lies,
Hello to cocaine, opioids, maggots, and flies
We suffered through your addictions and that's just the start
We were living in conditions unfit for a dump
Garbage rotting, cats breeding, drugs by the lump
You expected me to clean and do my part
While you laid there and gained weight and we fell apart
Not even a teen yet you pumped me with drugs
Bribed me with pills so I would manage the home
While you sat there getting high with others I'd known
Don't go to school stay here with me
I'll get you high all day you will see
Are you hungry take these pills you will sleep for days
Nobody sees it she's sick you would say
Two days of sleeping and groggy I walk
To our family's home so you can take what you want
Stealing was the next skill you taught me in life
Every job any home every business we see
Owes you in some way so you take and you flee
Job after job family or not you stole and you took
As a mother I see now and it has me shook
The people you hurt the things that you did
And some people wonder if I'll ever forgive
The answer is no for you messed up my life
But I'm laughing now as I'm an amazing mother and wife
The memories I have and stories I could tell are out of this world
You drug me through hell
Addiction was your disease and you passed it along
To people we cared for more strung along
The memory I have of you is nothing but shame
Addiction is not only for the young, weak, and scared
It can be forced on you by someone who's supposed to have cared
The pain, loss, suffering you forced onto others
Proved to me you're the worst of all mothers
I fought and became all I could be
No matter how much you made me suffer by saying
Stay home and get high with me
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Childhood writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.
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This is an edited version of one of my original pieces. I was raised by a cocaine and opioid addict and it was disgusting.
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