Abusive-yet religious home

by she   Feb 2, 2008


Growing up in an abusive-yet religious home
Mommy says Jesus luves me, wonder why SHE doesn't
Mommy says he's always watching over me, wonder what he thinks when he sees these bruises, wonder if he hates me for the cuts?
Mommy says she wants me dead, but I screw everything up and don't wanna become a burden on Jesus.
Mommy says I'm no good, because I don't read the bible enough, but it just makes me cry, when I realize I'm not who he intended.
Mother I'm not perfect, but, I'm sorry, neither are you
For YOU'RE the one who created this religious-yet abusive home.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Thats good and the title is very strong too xx

  • 17 years ago

    by biancaa

    I really like thiss one, like my favourite? i think..i'm not sure lol. i think so. good poem 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    Its me neo....sneaky sneak...bringing up yur votes

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