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[sid] => 9026
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Mommy's Dime Bag
[time] => 2002-12-21 20:40:00
[hometext] => I wrote this to help deal with my mom, and her past drug problem. I was debating whether to submit it or not, and I find myself sitting here submitting it.
[bodytext] => Sitting on my mommy's bedroom floor
Thinking that I could find more! All these things are quite interesting Hoping I get by with no questioning My past in being relived through this box I’m on the last container now, feeling sneaky as a fox A smile on my face as I find an old tooth Thinking to myself, always wondering the truth Mom told me when I was like eight or nine That she crushed them up and sold them for a “dime” I never quite understood what she meant It was going to hit me in five minutes like a block of cement Fumbling through the rest of the things When I found a small container laying against some rings Filled halfway, rust in color with a black lid Wondering if crushing the teeth is what she really did For when turning the container upside down It was a powdery substance but it made me frown Knowing that it wasn’t my teeth Looking back now at all the things underneath I didn’t want to understand I’m only ten, I can’t even be in band All those nights of being lonely I hate her boyfriend, he’s such a phony I know that he got her into this That suitcase that he carries is her bliss When is she going to start caring for me? I need some money for laundry I’ve worn these socks for three days now! She's been gone for four days, is she out of town? The other mothers care for me Nana, Valerie, and Cindy Top Ramen, Mac n’ cheese Can I have some more, please? All the days she misses at work Her replacement has to be on the lurk I drop the container and box everything back up The tears that flow now could fill a cup Everything makes so much sense to me I hope soon she'll come around and finally see She is messing with my life too But I'm stong now and I'll see it through [comments] => 3 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Devlina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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