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A Letter to a mother who didn't bother

What's up HomeGirl, Billie, or do you prefer BITCH. Moms out of the question since you weren't to me. So pick your title please, HomeGirl, Billie, or Bitch or we can keep it interesting and i can call you all three. Anyways, lets skip the small talk and cut to the chase, so little time to chat but got much to say.

I've been waiting on this moment I've been dying for this day. To get this shit off my chest and watch the pain fly away. I'm giving it cut and dry straight from the heart, About as real as it gets. Right here is where it starts.

MY letter to a mother who didn't bother. I could never understand how a woman could just up and leave her own flesh and blood like that, with the money, food and clothes even your youngest similak.

Excuse me for asking but what kid of woman dose that. Not a woman at all just a coward with no heart.

A mother who didn't bother with happy birthday cards or merry christmas calls. I remember those nights when you would beat on me so fuckin bad you often left bloody silhouettes on the living room walls. "Quit Hurtin ME" those weren't voices in your head but despite the cries from your children who saw every fucking thing that you did. Even as a man i can't escape the screams "Please somebody help this woman is going to kill me." The sounds are horrifying they torment me in my dreams. Flashes of black and blue floating down and red liquid streams.
A Letter to the mother who didn't bother. To come with and explanation as to why she did those things. You wouldn't believe me if i told you as a toddler late at night i would pray "God give daddy the strength to pack up and take flight. Prayers do get answered this i know is true cause 3,000 miles later here we are far away from you. But still this anger lives no matter what i do. I even tried drugs; i did coke like you the only difference is i give it up i love my kids I'm not a joke like you. So sit back relax kick up your feet and read this is a letter to a mother who didnt bother, to worry about his children's needs. Where were you at when we were down on our luck, Living in condemned houses, shelters and out of our car trunk? 1 boy 1 girl and one dad all crowded in one room cause the summer heat quickly faded and the winter came soon. Before we knew it we were out on our Ass because with no money even one room is a guaranteed to last. So there we ere 1 boy 1 girl and one mom quickly packing our bags tossing them in that station wagon that had barely any gas. Traveling from city to city and town to town in search of a soft warm bed a place to lay down. Dad did what he had to do for us to get by. While you're bitch ass was out getting fucked by a bottle chasing a high. This is a letter to a Mother who didnt bother or give a damn rather her kids were dead or alive.

I can remember about $3.00 ago, thirteen years have passed but i can still see you as you came through that front door. You approached my older sister and put her on your chest trying to buy her love, like she was a $3.00 hoe. That was your oldest kid in case you don't know. Then you looked at me and i had excitement in my eyes. "Nigga you don't get shit "That was your reply." Hey Homegirl i can't even lie that shit ripped me up like on of those ginsu knives.

As i got older i began to realize that $3.00 ain't shit and can't make up for all of the hurt, pain and lies. So keep your three dollars and buy yourself some time. This is a letter to a mother who didn't bother to be in her childrens lives.

I remember those days when i was going to school listening to my friend's talk about their moms and the fun things they would do. "My mom bought me a cool bike. Hey mine got me one to." i would quickly walk away with nothing to say about you. No camping, or even fishing trips, just drugs, neglect, Broken ribs and may fat lips. I was quick to learn those things are best left unsaid. I replaced the truth with "Hey my mom is dead, it's not to far from the truth. I'm just keeping it real. BITCH your're a walking dead woman how does it feel. You never gave your kids shit just took and and continued to steal. A letter to a mother who didn't bother. Brittany doing fine she is so beautiful today, after all you put her through you could never take her beauty away. Im doing ok got a job making decent money. Got a beautiful son also who thinks everything is funny. Incase you didnt know i graduated in 2008. Man aint it funny how fast the time passes. Im your youngest trying to make it big, "Rappin & Written". And im doing time right now been down for two years, one more left and i will be out.

A letter to a mother who didn't bother. Thank you so much for giving me something to sit and write about. Brittany and I are doing real well. Justin & Julius does these names ring a bell. Thats my little boy my bright star will soon light up the world. These are the names of one percious names of your one son and his son and i can bet you one thing. I will never walk away like you did.

I will give him something that you never gave to us 17 letters homegirl unconditional love.

I will pick him up when the world seems too tough and carry him through like a real parnet does.

I will teach him loyalty, honor, dignity, and respect. I will explain the ups and down;s so he'll know what to expect. I can write for days about the things i will do but the one thing i won't is be anything like you. A letter too a mother who didn't bother.

I never knew the power of a mother's hug but i do know the damage being strung out on drugs.

You've cause a lot of pain and done some wrong in your life but its never to late to make things right.

I can't say i hate you that wouldn't be fair. I just resent the fact that you were never there.

A latter to a mother who didn't bother.

Sincerely,
BabyJulius aka Your Son

p.s From a son who will always love the mother he never had