I
don’t expect you to understand
how
this world is not a wonderland
the
way pain, strife and injustice lurk
fucked up men made me berserk
the
way I miss my boy
everything
that robbed my joy
the
hurtful things done to me
by
everyone, including my family
it’s
as if my life started off so great
that
my punishment is to deteriorate
I
made millions in my twenties
partied
it all away, every penny
in
my thirties I lived upper middle class
by
forty-one I was laid out, flat on my ass
no
more high plateaus to look out upon
a
deep hole keeping me from
climbing
out in order to start again
only
foes, no more fake or real friends
not
one mother fucker trying to pretend
they
give a shit about my inevitable end
no
more prayers to save me from myself
just
a continual and persistent living hell
little
does any friend or foe happen to know
I
have been to hell and scared the devil so
it’s
never too late for me to be a hero
saving
myself and my son from the egos
of
all the haters who tried to destroy us
my
gloves are off so I can show what I must
to
anyone who thought they were more dangerous
go
ahead fucktard, scream at me and cuss
because
you cannot get the best of us
I’ve
fought my entire life so bring it
just
don’t cry or complain when you eat shit
©June
24, 2015 – Tamara Imes-Nicholas
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