Pink Bows and Pig tails Sandboxes and snails Remembering the little girl I once was. Without all the pressures of this tough stuff High school is way too rough I just want to grow up. Cleaning house and paying bills. Raising kids and popping pills. I wonder why I couldn't grow up. Coloring books with crayons Red, Blue and Green Should've been there to see what I've seen I was 5 then now I'm 7 I asked my Mommy "Is there a heaven" I remember it all clearly My mother on the ground Going into convulsions She was bleeding from the mouth Syringe in hand Who would've known I would be just like her Now my childhood is all a blur But what do I need to remember anyway I Love You Words Mom should've said. I was getting older day by day. I wish my mom was there to stay I was alone at this young age Couldn't really read nor turn the page My mom never really cared For the three children she beared I was the youngest and the only one who knew I would grow up knowing I wouldn't have won At seventeen I started not to care Everyone else had mothers Mine wasn't there She never hugged me And never showed me love My mom was a drug addict She only loved drugs As I lay down for eternal rest Finding heaven My only quest
Writing 201- Poetry – Dialogue/Concrete Poem. This is a dialogue poem of a little girl, then when she is in her teens and then a woman.