I’m weary of the whispers, the snickers, the lies The hurtful words that cut like knives My mother, she shares, without a second thought...

In the shadows of hunger, I found my plight A check written in desperation, in the dead of night No funds to back it, just a plea for a...

My mother, a tempest in a teacup A force to be reckoned with, so abrupt Stories of her anger and rage Yanking me out of the pool, a...