Mother At Eleven

Drowning in my tears
But wise beyond my years

I was only eleven years old
Taking care of the kid, as I was told

Took on your role as a mother
While trying to protect myself from my brother

I tried to protect her with all my might
I knew you’d be gone all night

He put a knife to my through and I called you
But what the f-ck did you do?

Nothing; you were only irritated that I was crying
But in truth, my spirit was dying

I was somewhat neglected and the bruises came and went
I still had my friends and they don’t know how much that meant

I learned to care for myself and others
I know more than many mothers

Now I’m fifteen and thinking about marrying
But not the man of the baby I’m carrying

Don’t act like how I am is my fault
You didn’t even care about the assaults

I had to grow up real quick
All because guys are d-cks

And because you wouldn’t be the mother
So I had to be, while you fell for another

I lost my childhood to a nightmare
All because you weren’t there

Now I have to go back to you
And I’m still extremely blue

You don’t even know about the child
Because I know the punishment won’t be mild

But I will teach my child right from wrong
And I’m the one to be the mom

I’ll be there for my baby
I won’t need anyone to save me

I’ll show you just how you did
By doing the opposite, to help my kid

I’ll love my baby and I’ll care
And, unlike you, I’ll be there

(This is resubmitted)