Part Time Mother
You are a stranger to me,
We speak every time the planets are aligned.
You are a mother,
When life goes well with me.
Otherwise you are just someone forced to oversee.
I’m not your child,
But an investment.
A tool of communication with your lover.
However when I succeed
I become everything you’ve ever wanted.
The child you prayed for.
But when I need you I get electronic substitutes.
Never there for me,
Yet you expect to know everything of me.
You criticize every other of your type,
Yet you fail to see yourself.
So open your eyes before I close mine.
Nicholas Mohammed
(That's Me By The Way 3nodding )
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