Dear mom:
they say its wrong, & I shouldn’t do I what I want
but I’m just a product, so blame it on you and my aunt
& mom you know what I mean, it was cold and obscene
that one winter that you touched me I was only thirteen
It was simply a hand job, and slowly turned into scenes
I don’t wish hell on you, I hope you burn in your dreams
scream out your lungs, from the scars that they give you
I’ll watch you beg in pain, maybe then I’ll forgive you
for all the things you did, of which I was just another
so fuck having faith, when I couldn’t even trust a mother
ten years have gone bye, but that one day still yells hello
& the other days that followed, plus that motel we’d go
where you’d tie me to a bed, dance, strip and show me
your saggy tits, huge clit and crusty lips that’d blow me
that turned me into this, a fucking man that’s into kids
here’s my last words, so keep this letter with you bitch
you see the pic I sent?, of me touching a pretty princess
the first kid I touched, but I won’t allow me to pity this next
I really want to change, and sincerely wish I’d get better
but I cant, so I gave this girl a pen, & let her finish this letter
the girl writes,
Hi my name is mary kate, the girl that your son chose
he used me to open his eyes, or however the pun goes
I’m only thirteen years old, & he just took my virginity
raped me over and over again, until I had a mistook affinity
he said he was doing to me what was done to him
& that I felt great in his arms, even though I was too thin
he cried about how you and your sister would abuse him
& ever since those days, the memories were a nuisance
he made me feel like him, so that he wouldn’t feel alone
I felt disgusting as fuck, shit… I even peeled my bones
I thought it would never end, I’d die as a sex slave to him
I’m known to be skinny, but my future looked way too slim
but today he asked me, “do you want this to finally finish?”
threw a gun, & said “use it if you don’t wanna be diminished”
well I’m finished, I hope you see what you did was wrong
ask god for forgiveness, & oh yea, Im sorry but your kid is gone.
I had to kill him
Sincerely yours,
Mary kate
