my mother only beat me four times,
the rest I’ll say was her
attempting to murder me.
one time she chased me round the neighborhood
with a pestle and a belt.
sometimes I think she’s the type of agent
that tortures for a living,
one time I told her I doubted
she was my mother even.
every time my friends come over
they’ll be wishing my mom was their’s,
I would only laugh at them
for they know not the drill