Honest poem

My name is zyonia

But everyone calls me Zy

That’s the name my mother gave me

I don’t know why

 

My mother had me young

We all make mistakes

But sometimes I feel like when she looks at me

I make her heart ache

 

You know aches but not in a good way

Like the way you feel when you see the love of your life

But when you feel regret

and pain

But when my mom showed her true colors

I knew i would never look at her the same

 

Alone

 

Alone is something i will always be

That’s the way my mother raised me

She told me to be strong and independent

And that i can be anything i wanna be

But that a lie

 

Just like the flag

The flag us fellow americans pledge to everyday

And i quote “Freedom and justice for all”

But there’s no freedom for me

 

 

Moms are supposed to care, love protect

But yet

Everyday im suffocating in her chains of regret

So How can i be strong when i feel like i don’t belong

How can i be independent when i still need you

How can i be free when you constantly put your pain, worries and doubts on me

So they lied..

When they say

“ freedom and justice for all”

Cause there’s no justice for me

 

 

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