THE BROKEN BUTTERFLY JOURNALS #16
Since the other day when I saw Patrick, I have dreaded mothers day. For years now mothers day has held no significance to me since I was never really respected or treated as a mother, and my mother who I once had the utmost respect for, she has let me down so many times that mothers day became a nuisance. Just another sad day. When I saw my uncle Patrick at moms house the other day I was furious, enraged. I wanted to crush him with my car. But my anger with him pales in comparison to the taunting of my mothers betrayal. The most hurtful thing to me is: Mother is so accepting of my rapist. It really doesn't matter what he did to me. I am not important. Me or my feelings or the impact his actions had on my life, my heart, my children, the man I love or my mind. I feel the sting of rejection and have wallowed the stench of betrayal.
But never mind all that.
I hope mother and her rapist brother and who ever else is in cahoots with them enjoy their mothers day. I know I will. But I won't keep your dirty little secret hid, god forbid. What would happen to the unsuspecting kids you're neglecting. It's time for judgement,punishment and closure. Karma will be there soon to bend that ass over. Time for YOUR beating.
Inspite of all the hate, betrayal and neglect surrounding me
I AM still a G
I could be cracked out whored out crazy as shit
But somehow my strength won't have it
I grow more determined with each blow
Each time the sandpaper rubs me
I only get more lovely
They tried to kill the flower
But multiplied her power
No tears for me now
I don't and I won't bow
My head down in shame
Because your ass is lame
Your abuse didn't define me
Matter of fact
Thank you kindly
I developed alligator skin
Now your hate's not penetrating my tough exterior
And my heart stays protected by my inner G
I know you wish you had a heart like E
But keep your blinders and your heart of stone
Focus on your duplicities and leave me alone
Thank you
You've done enough
If you never love me TUFF
#EWAY
There are other damsels left in his wake, who won't speak, but I speak for their sake. I love you both n I overstand...
I AM and will always remain that EVA POWAFUL dame...
LET... LOVE... LAST... LONGER...
Since the other day when I saw Patrick, I have dreaded mothers day. For years now mothers day has held no significance to me since I was never really respected or treated as a mother, and my mother who I once had the utmost respect for, she has let me down so many times that mothers day became a nuisance. Just another sad day. When I saw my uncle Patrick at moms house the other day I was furious, enraged. I wanted to crush him with my car. But my anger with him pales in comparison to the taunting of my mothers betrayal. The most hurtful thing to me is: Mother is so accepting of my rapist. It really doesn't matter what he did to me. I am not important. Me or my feelings or the impact his actions had on my life, my heart, my children, the man I love or my mind. I feel the sting of rejection and have wallowed the stench of betrayal.
But never mind all that.
I hope mother and her rapist brother and who ever else is in cahoots with them enjoy their mothers day. I know I will. But I won't keep your dirty little secret hid, god forbid. What would happen to the unsuspecting kids you're neglecting. It's time for judgement,punishment and closure. Karma will be there soon to bend that ass over. Time for YOUR beating.
Inspite of all the hate, betrayal and neglect surrounding me
I AM still a G
I could be cracked out whored out crazy as shit
But somehow my strength won't have it
I grow more determined with each blow
Each time the sandpaper rubs me
I only get more lovely
They tried to kill the flower
But multiplied her power
No tears for me now
I don't and I won't bow
My head down in shame
Because your ass is lame
Your abuse didn't define me
Matter of fact
Thank you kindly
I developed alligator skin
Now your hate's not penetrating my tough exterior
And my heart stays protected by my inner G
I know you wish you had a heart like E
But keep your blinders and your heart of stone
Focus on your duplicities and leave me alone
Thank you
You've done enough
If you never love me TUFF
#EWAY
There are other damsels left in his wake, who won't speak, but I speak for their sake. I love you both n I overstand...
I AM and will always remain that EVA POWAFUL dame...
LET... LOVE... LAST... LONGER...
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