So call yourself my mother.
But you can not really be my mother.
Years passed without you.
Yet you expect for one to pounce at the sight of you.
Out of all things, i learned respect,
because you are my “mother”.
But are you my mother.
You walked away from my life, blaming others.
You blame me for being like my dad.
How was I suppose to be like you if you were not there.
Your drugs were more important than your kids.
But somehow you manage to help others.
I see my friends mothers,
they act different than you.
They love their kids and boast about their kids;
you can’t wait to talk shit about your kids.
There is always something wrong with us,
we pay no mind to you.
But where were you when we needed you.
I tried, i honestly tried but I can not call you mother.
A person who talks shit about their grandkids but praise other kids
can not carry the title of a mother.
Than you cry because you feel alone,
I wonder why?
You talk about the hurt that is being done to you,
but yet you hurt the ones that you are suppose to love and love you.
Yeah keep calling yourself a mother.
If that is what is going to make you happy,
But get one thing straight you have never been my mother.