Hey Mama,
Tell me, how do I make friends?
It seems like all the kids hate me,
(One pulled down my pants).
.
They stole all my crayons,
Made fun of my hair,
And said I’d be alone forever,
Now the trash can is my friend.
.
It isn’t fair,
How people hate you without a care.
All the adults talk about hurt,
But then they sit on their hands,
.
When we hurt each other,
Don’t teach us to love another.
Then wonder why schools are shot up,
Viscous red next to the apple juice.
.
Hey Mama,
Tell me, how do I cook?
I tried to make some spaghetti,
And now I’m burned and shook.
.
I nearly set the house on fire,
Cried and panicked for hours.
Don’t want to try again,
But I want some bacon and eggs…
.
I’m stumbling through this world,
With no life skills.
I’m tumbling through the goal posts,
Hyped up on pills.
.
I want to photosynthesize,
Instead I’m paralyzed.
Grab a knife and a tomato,
Say a pray and push through.
.
Hey Mama,
Tell me, how do I get a job?
I want to be successful, but
Don’t want to lose my spark.
.
Everyone is ‘on the grind,’
I have a friend who wants to die.
And I’m fearing for my future,
For my life.
.
Why do we have to hurt ourselves,
To prove we’re worth life?
Isn’t living in this world,
Giving us enough strife?
.
I feel like I can make it,
But I just can’t shake it.
The feeling that one disaster,
And I’m done with this life.
.
Hey Mama,
Tell me, how do I get a lover?
I know this girl and, damn—
I really love her.
.
She’s just too good for me,
And I think I’m too ugly,
So can you give me some advice,
Say to her something nice.
.
It isn’t fair,
How love is a game,
But it feels like a war.
I want a player two.
.
I want her arms around me,
But my tongue is tied in knots.
Can’t I just walk up to her,
And skip a few years, tie the knot?
.
Hey Mama,
Tell me, why is the world unfair?
You’re the only person I trust,
Because you’re the only that cares.
.
I can feel myself becoming jaded,
With hatred.
But I don’t want to be like that,
So now I’m wasted.
.
Texting a number that’s no longer yours,
Tears down my face.
Wiping off the snot off my nose,
Calling myself a disgrace.
.
Life isn’t fair,
And I know this for a fact,
Because if it was…
It’d give me my Mama back.
About the Creator
Bravery TE Walker
I am a short story writer who is obsessed with fish. I have a very-not-alarming caffeine addiction and love a little bit of angst with my sugar.
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Comments (1)
This hits hard. "Don’t want to try again, / But I want some bacon and eggs…" strikes me as really remarkable writing. Not wanting to try but still having the need/urge to do it sets up the rest of the yearning tone of the poem perfectly. Wonderful job!