To tell you the truth,
you’d only be doing me a huge favor….
If you don’t love me,
There will be someone else.
You don’t need my permission to leave.
You could take a deep breathe,
digest and delete
no more we shouldn’t speak.
No more memories of late night “spats”
of us naming kittens because you was smitten
with “Brooklyn” and “Victoria”.
You not leaving me hurt..
..you just making the next one work…
jus a lil bit harder
educated and mature
on some, “when I die I couldn’t have done any more.”
you know why?
she didn’t quit….
To tell you the truth
you doing me a favor…
You telling me that when the going gets rough
you not tough!
I dont want my daughter with your disorder
of not being able to comprehend goals
and disciplines that help her defend
to any end or threat,
if my mom was alive,
i would have lost a bet,
they don’t make Betty, Carla’s and Freda’s