That was the last bottle that
Will shatter on the ground for me
To pick back up again, pricking my fingers.
That was the night where
I stare at my ceiling and just
Listen to your awful, awful yelling.
That was the last hit that
I would take for a roof which
Was barely over my head at all.
Oh mama, you lost this time.
Underestimate me no longer.
I am spreading my wings
That you clipped off my back
Because you knew they were broader than yours.
You will suffer from losing control over something so strong.
Cause, mama, you're all alone now.
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This is intended to connect with those who feel fed up and just want to move on from someone who they feel is controlling, manipulative, that you just can't break away from. 'Mama' is the fourth poem to my collection ' Finding Strength in Stories Untold' by tiny willow.