Can't Breathe

                                      I am somebody’s mother

I am somebody’s mother

You may spit at me and call me names

Still, I am somebody’s mother

You may laugh at me behind my back

Or sometimes in front of me

Still, I am somebody’s mother

You may run the other way when you see me

Still, I am somebody’s mother

You may try to trick me with your lying eyes

I see you; I hear you, I know your call, I know your fall

I am not scare of you, I feel sorry for you

Shame on you, it’s your loss, I pity the fool that messes with his food for thoughts

You do this because you are broken

You do this because you have no recharge button to push, only a release button that spits out venom

Inside your heart is a black hole

Damaged goods, detorted energy, displayed juice, filthy electricity

Love to you is a crime, it’s a weakness instead of a strength

You are angry at love because love wouldn’t love you back. Wounded, poison of a poisonousness snake, poison ivy building a home inside your soul

Now, anybody who shows you love, must suffer by the likes of your agony

You may say you don’t like me because your love, loves backwards

You hate what you love and love what you hate, a mother’s love, a daughter’s thorn

A mother’s helpless, a daughter’s proud,

A mother, a gift, a mother, a light

I am the light to this world

Yet you use my name in vain

Try to belittle me, try to have power over me

call me insane and curse my name

You are jealous, envy, distraught by a system that fed you to the wolves

Abused and used up, so you have convinced yourself that you think you can’t care

No one’s there, you are lonely full of temper, rage stuck in a cage you made for protection. No plans for escape you blame yourself for the rape

Bitter, living in fear, bashing me in my heart

What do I do, so innocent and shy?

I find myself standing there not asking how or why

You may know me or you may not know me

But still I am somebody’s mother

A royal Queen, stepping on the scene

But you can’t see me; you do any and everything to dim me,

Dim down my light.

So, I stand in my truth

I raise my head up high

I give unconditional love

And I smile and hug you to heal you

I know my truth

I am somebody’s mother

You kiss my kids and welcome them with

Opened arms telling them how amazing, well-mannered they are

 Yet you look at me like I am vomit spilling out on the floor, like I’m a sad homeless dog that’s out on the streets

When you see my kids, you see reflections of 

me, my teachings, my DNA.

I am a dog spelled backward, the only different is I remember the GOD in me.

I am somebody’s mother, I am somebody’s child, I am somebody’s daughter, I am somebody’s wife, I am somebody’s lover, I am somebody’s friend, I am somebody’s kin, I am somebody

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? -Dorothy Pincus