May 7, 2011, my first breath as your child, the last time I’ll ever consider you a mother.
April 16, 2012, I take my first steps, towards the syringe on the kitchen table; I just want something to play with.
May 7, 2012, my first birthday, but not the first time you tell me you wish I was never born after my crying scares a “John” away.
February 3,2013, my first word, momma, kind of ironic that the first thing I say is something I will never know.
October 31, 2014, my first time trick or treating, I am just glad I can finally enjoy a meal.
September 20, 2017, first grade, Ms. Flaherty says I don’t pay enough attention in class. She asks why you never return her phone calls.
June 18, 2023, my first crush, I wonder why he never returns my calls?
February 14, 2025, my first valentine, he wants me to blow him but I just want to make out. He tells everyone I fucked him anyway.
March 23, 2027, my first love, a made up feeling that represents an emotion guys use to fuck me, and then leave. I guess me and you have similar taste in men.
June 25, 2029, my first time realizing I am completely fucked, at 18 I have no diploma, no job, no boyfriend, no mother, you don’t even know who my father is, and no future.
June 26, 2029, I make it official that I have no future with 1500 mg of what killed our relationship.
January 16, 2011, the decision to die could’ve been my own, instead the coat hanger made it for me.
Holy crappppppp!! This is awesome! I'm against abortion in my own opinion, but that ending was crazy how screwed up this girl's life was, but instead it went back in time and she was aborted with a coat hanger. That's so creepy stuff, but that's awesome. I mean it when I say this "I loved this poem".
ReplyDeleteVery intense...what a way to turn around very emotional...
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