Momma, why...me?

Momma, why is it that you can’t be happy for me?

I’ve made it so far since life at 3315.

The spring time tulips and the grass so green,

From the sidewalk they have ALL heard the screams.

We knew all the police by name, the same ones every seen.

You’ve told every story but the truth of how your stitches came to be.

Year after year and time again you stayed with Mr. D.

He’s beaten your kids, and they themselves have told you “you should leave.”

Momma, why is it that you can not feel love for me?

Done with the past, I must move on for my own sanity.

You left one drunk, and replaced him with another less deadly.

I question your decision and lack of stability.

You said you’re tired of being alone, companionship you seek.

But why him?  His grip on the can destroyed his own family.

I said that with your looks you could have the rich Johnson, S.C.

Your low self worth has left you here to settle for Garry.

Momma, why is it that you can not do this for me?

You said that you would change your ways if you see me succeed.

Each battle I conquered you still trudged on stubbornly.

I suffered much, and fought for you, and yet you failed to see.

Every time I cleared a path so that you could walk with me.

You’d say right now it’s too hard to change, next time definitely.

I start to give up hope for you, but still stop by weekly.

It begins to hurt to say I love you every time I leave.

Momma, why is it that you are not here now for me?

I met someone I like a lot and her name is Ashley.

I brought her home to meet you and you came off so friendly.

When Mike and Jen messed up their lives, on her all the blame leaked.

I fought for Ash, and for one year me and you didn’t speak.

In that time I started school and officially left the streets.

It was her that told me to make amends, saying I should be there for my niece.

We talked and I got some things off my chest, and you said you were sorry.

Momma, why is it that I don’t want you around me?

You held on to all that anger that I thought we had buried.

You didn’t even shed a tear the day I got married,

but you cried so much at Mike’s prison graduation ceremony.

The blame was ours once again when Jen had another baby.

I couldn’t help you watch the kids cause school kept me too busy.

Now neither one of you guys talk to me, and Ash and I agree,

to you I’ll cut off ties and build from scratch, a better family.