Portrait of a Mother Fed Up with Her Son's ADDictions
Armed with bags of KFC she notices the broken living room windows
I got mad smashed my fist through the panes she doesn’t ask
if my hand’s okay she focuses on the closet door off the hinges
kitchen chair stalagmites the Pergo floor
where I tried to disprove the claim laminate was indestructible
I am indestructible until she sends me away to heal
Now I see her tired fat diabetic arms folded
she won’t let me back home
I have to earn my way home
No more lies no more tricks no more stealing no more drugs
No more No more
I am a diamond I am gem I am baby arms around me
I cannot be destroyed I cannot destroy myself I cannot destroy her