ladybird
MESS U MADE - MICHELLE it was the heat or maybe the moist air or perhaps it was the summer that pushed me to leave; for it is rare for me to not care but i listened to my mother cry and shout in that unforgiving weather she looked at me with so much anger i wonder if i could ever look at my daughter that way my mother seems more concerned that people might hate her but i am her daughter i am her and i wish she cared more that i feel this way is this punishment for straying for feeling and acting in ways that she wishes she could change? what a shame what a shame what a shame how could a daughter feel this way? if i write about it, will she despise that I've written about her a certain way? So then, I take it all back. curse the thumb that bleeds! For it was the heat or perhaps the moist air and maybe even the summer that made me realise I could no longer stay. ~ ៷