People often think....
What’s she like?
People say aww she’s a B***H ect
And others all she’s lovely.
But I can be both.
I don’t want to be though.
They way I am now.
Pure, loveing mother like.
That’s the way I am.
I mummy everyone whom walks though that door.
And the time they leave its like they have grown up.
It’s so hard to just let them walk out and leave you alone.
So please come back some time and at lest say hello.
Even when you have grown up and I’m not your mother but your friend and I
will always be your friend even though I mummy you.
I just talked to my mother for the first time in nine months. She was getting help with her problems somewhere, so it wasn't my fault. I was so happy when she called me! This made me think of her. At times she can be a B.... but she's my mother. ^_^ I like the poem, though I can't entirely relate yet. ^_^
Come dance in the rain with me, no one is watching.
Im not really all to sure what this poem is about. Being a B*tch, motherly, or a friend.... And if its all 3 than I suppose Im unlear which it is you're straying from and which you're embracing. I guess all in all Im just confused?
... Not Ever Again...
I understand what you trying to say in this poem equinn although I can see to most people it would be a little confusing! When you growing up you have a mother but the older you get and the more you talk to your mother it seem like she's more of a friend that you can share things with, but even still she's your mother! So basically you don't want to be forgotten as a mother nor as a friend, at least that's what I get from this poem! Nice Job equinn!!!
i just reacently came to live with my mom and she can be a B**** some times when she wont let me wear what i want to!
IN THE END IT DOSENT EVEN MATTER
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