Ode to Mother

Trust me you don’t want to come inside

It gets ugly in here.

It all started when my Mom had me

She f---ing hated me and wished she hadn’t.

Drowning her children down

to overcome the fear

of dealing with herself

her past, her future,

how she treated us and the empty fridge.

What a bitch, a selfish bitch.

Feed that addiction but not your children.

Don’t worry we won’t be around forever.

Don’t worry about me I’m fine.

13 and pregnant, I’m alright.

You taught me to take care of myself.

All you have to do is open your mouth,

Take it down with a smile

Or boys won’t like you

And that’s what matters.

“Men come first don’t you know that Jessy? 

Your brother, my boyfriend, your 18 year old hubby.”

That’s what you taught me Mom, thank you.

I couldn’t have gotten this far without you.

All the way to Florida,

Taking my clothes off.

All the way to New York City,

And that one paid well.

Red lipstick and eight inch heels,

Soon I was sucking di-- to pay the bills.

Powder in my nose and cum in my hands,

I was finally in my fairytale land;

All I could have ever dreamed and more.

Forget Boston University, I want to be a whore.

Clothes, money, cars, and vials,

Parties, s*x, clubs, and he’ll

Pay for it all, just like he should

For that p---y cause it’s that good.
Living in a paranoid panic

I self destructed.

Living in my alter-ego

I killed myself

I lost it.

My dream of being a whore

Slowly unraveled

And it wasn’t long before I met rock bottom.

Pimpless, broke, homeless, and hungry

I returned back home to my Mommy.

Not too long after, I met a man.

He hushed my crying lips and wiped my tears.

I quickly grew close to him like I had known him for years

He helped me to see that I wasn’t a whore

That I was worthy of love and hell of a lot more

That man is in each of us.

Even the bitch that inspired this poem

He will come first and I don’t even have to blow him.