Lo

All my life I have been confused of your existence
To the point where I had deep embedded scars
Now that I recalled my true mother brilliance
I feel the need to know more about her
You made me feel like a motherless child
Treating me as if I was a bad omen
All because I was Papa's bastard child to you
With out me ever knowing
Now that I am a mother, I have rekindled that pain
Yet the mere thought of treating my children
they way you did me, would be totally insane
I have never intentionally hurt you yet you
continue to say vicious things; Trying to bring me
down to your level whenever you get into your mood swings.
So why call me if you have problems being hospitable.
I have learned to shelter you out of my life because I really don't need you Lo