What Can I Do His My Son Poem by salma. torrez

What can i do his my Son
Son I can't believe it's true you don't want me in your life
Son it's like you chewed me spat me out and ripped my heart out with a knife
Son I trusted you like I have trusted no other
Son i thought you are my best friend my brother my father
Son because of you i cried oceans of tears
Son you hurt me and wasted me so many years
Son I'm writing you this hoping you'll read it telling you how I feel
Son i'm tired of you abuse me I wish it was just a dream and wasn't real
Son Sometimes when I'm alone
Son I cry because i sacrificed my life for you now I'm on my own
Son the tears I cry are bitter and warm
Son they flow with life but take no form
Son i could of got married again i chose not to i showed you with love gave all i had
Son you grow older abused me spat on my face and said i was mad
Son i'm nervous and my hands are shaking i got to dry my tears
Son i looked into the mirror and had to face my scary fears
Son i pray when you have children they wouldn't do what you done to me
Son i rather be deaf and blind so i don't hear or see
Son i forgive you i'm so lucky god blessed me with a forgiving heart
Son it's my mistake, your abusing me i should've put a stop to it right from the start.
Poem written by
Salma Torrez
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