Black Poetry : Mother I Hate YouThe Rebellious Daughter

Mother I Hate You
The Rebellious Daughter





Through the windows of my mind.
All I can remember is the weed ,
and the men in different cars.
Everyday you remind me,
of the material things you gave.
As I grew I will always remember,
the rights and the wrong.
Within the tears I sit and watch.
Every weekend it was parting all the time.
At the age of twelve,
I began to read between the lines.
Never did you shelter me from the things
you said was wrong.
Now you sit and cry when I in return ,
give you the same things back.
You wonder why I don’t shed a tear,
mama I have became you.
The curse you have passed on.


When you decided it was time to grow up.
Its too late mama it is now my turn.
Daddy could never do anything right.
You cheated me out of my tree top.
So now you must feel the pain.
Yes I admit you gave me all the things I request.
But money can’t buy love so
the price is higher than you think.
When I remind you of all the things you did wrong.
You continue to sing that same old song,
I gave you every thing and this is how you pay be back.
The words oh how I will never forget,
do what I say and not what I do.
Mama I watched you cry over all those fools.
Your armor was no more, and you lost your soul,
your pride had no conscious of what was did
and what was said.

So who are you to cry, when I learn from you.
How easy it is to be a whore,
learning all the tricks from you.
I run and I hide, and party with my friends.
You sit and you cry,
waiting by the window for my return.

When I call you a bitc- and kis- my as-
when I give it to you back.
I am low life trash, oh how many times
I have herd those words.
When I watch you give money to the players,
who continue to return.
Your weakness have turn to my hate,
your like of strength is your curse.


You taught me the virtues of being a women,
and you gave me the spiritual,
Deliverance, so when I turn on you,
don’t forget you taught me
what it was to be a woman.
I lay in my bed a many of nights.
You thought I was sleep,
when I herd the moans
and groans all through the night.


You change your men like you changed your draws,
before I could get to know him.
You had another. So I do regret it had to be like this.
When I run away to hide from your sins.
You still couldn’t figure what the hell was wrong.
You cry through the night, and through the day,
I feel not your pain.
Oh if you would have did it right the first time.
I would not have become you.
So see it was not the material things you gave,
it was not the love you said you had.
It was the sins of the sins,
that you represent, the image of whore I regret.

So you may say it’s a lack of respect,
but I cry in silence.
I repress but I live out.
The sins of sins shall never pass,
until you feel the same as I have.
Its not the money that represents love,
it’s the spiritual growth that you deliver
In love. All the time when I was young.
I raised my self this is what I have become.
What you sow is what you seed.

 

Ashanta, you just be droppin deep poetical thoughts that's a reflection of reality. This is way on point and a good lesson in "Karma". Excellent my Afro-Queen!

 

my sistah this is so deep
as i feel your words
the emotion explose
in every line
much love
Peace

 

you give me chills with EVERY line
the power in your words...and message...phenomenal

 

deep and real...
flow on girl
like this read

 

you really put it down with this one...i loved it, much respect for this.

 

tyte piece, loved the last line, simple truths cut deep.

 

deep piece...