THANK YOU "GOD" . . .

To all the mothers out there - who seem to think it is our own fault we are even born . . . 

THANK YOU GOD 

I wasn’t bright when it came to figuring out for only me “Gods” plan

When on my small body - with every punch and kick you would land

You ungrateful bitch - can’t you say thank you all you ever screamed

I took the punches and wished somewhere else was I - all I dreamed 

The years went on - you took to taking the fireside poker to my back 

“Boy” give me some credit - stubbornness wasn’t something I lacked

The smashing of the plates into my face - wasn’t standing you in credit

And as for a loving mother - I just couldn’t give you any worth or merit

Screaming - you never say thank you - you ungrateful worthless bitch

While I stood my ground thinking - its ok this is just a little life’s hitch

I left home at sixteen - saying good bye to all that I have ever known

It was the only way I could express - as to just how much I had grown

Her voice still screaming - you never said thank you for all I given you

I’m sorry but as a mother you repulsed me - so I just couldn’t ever do

Then time came a passing - I hear the old bitch is now under the sod  

Me on bended knees crying - thank you - now I know there is a “God”. . . ; )

Indiana Shaw . . . : )