THUG (Ever notice that the word PARENTHOOD has the word ‘hood’ in it?)
I wish I was a raging blackout alcoholic
for then I’d have an excuse.
I wish I was severely mentally deranged
because then I’d have a reason.
I wish I was a psychopathic killer,
who stalked victims under the cover of darkness,
because then I could say it wasn’t my fault,
plus it would be easier.
I’m a parent,
and I chose to be one.
What kind of lunatic am I????
Why didn’t I want to grow up and become
a homicidal maniac,
a drug-addicted murderous prostitute,
a maladjusted narcissistic rapist
………………something with some meaning to it!
Noooooooooo, I wanted to become a MOTHER.
Oh, the shame of it all.
Now, I’ll never be a role model.
Instead, I chose to be forgotten on my birthday,
(I’ll bet no one ever misses little Charlie Manson’s birthday),
I chose to be disrespected,
(I’ll bet no one disrespects Freddy Krueger),
I chose to be dismissed as someone who doesn’t count
(Oh, it’s just Mom)
(Can you imagine someone saying that to Jason Voorhees?)
Yes, instead, I chose to become synonymous with
Nobody, nothing, no one.
I have become….