My Mother" yeah right"

You always talk about how much you
love me and my kids,
I call bull-shit on you
you wouldn't know what love
was if it bit you in the ass

As a child all you did was get
drunk and had me and Melissa
pick your drunk ass up off the floor
with a new man every night you
where the bar whore and Melissa
and I did not have a mother we
had a drunk and druggie to clean after

Now that we are forced to live with you
you talk to me like I am shit, cuss and scream
but expects me to not say a thing and just take
it, well FUCK NO I wont I am your daughter
you are suppose to love me instead I am treated
like the help, Danielle cook, clean, watch my room
become a pigsty, talking shit about my husband
because he stands up to you    

Call my 3 year old into your room and five minutes
latter you cursing at her screaming at he as if she
was grown, she is 3 come on

If I get onto my girls you have to stick your
noise into it and get shit started,
why are you beating on those girls
sorry to say a pop on the hand is far
from being beat,

we ground them you tell them not to
listen to us cause we are not trying to help
you bitch if I don't do dishes for a few hours
as you lay on your ass and just bring your
cups full of mold from sitting so long and
just sit them by the stove what you afraid
you might get clean,

You won't bath and smells like ass but you
want to know why my kids can't sleep in
your room you can't be that dumb

This week you have called me a bitch
lousy mother, a dirty bitch, and that I
can't take care of my kids, your lucky
your my mother if it would have been
anyone else I would have knocked
the shit out of you

I am done being your maid, cook,
washer, and everything else I do
around here I quite you get off you lazy
ass and do it your self, if this keeps up
you will be one less daughter because
I am at the point that I don't even want
to know you,

And stop telling my kids how mean their
dad is, a father that will sit down and talk
to his kids and try to reason with them
before he punishes them, that not mean
that's a good father
He don't beat on them or me he works
he will cook and clean so sorry you don't
know what a real men is because your so
use to scrubs

So let me make my self clear here so you
can't say you don't understand I am not like
you I don't do something and ten minuets
latter for get all about it, see I'm not a crazy
bitch like you so what I am saying I mean

Once I move out forget I ever existed my
children as well, we wont stop by, or call
and don't wait for a letter either you have
pushed me to far

I AM DONE