Old parents, New Parents

Old parents, cold parents,
Though they're long gone,
I remember what they said-
It's carried me along.

Though they're mere memory,
I could quote them word for word.
The stark, ugly clarity,
A parody of parenthood.

Their drunken words of sexist hate,
My infant mind protests.
I waited for the pain to abate,
And tried to snag some rest.

I didn't know the meaning-
Though I can guess them now.
Their cruelness leaves me aching,
But in my pride I will NOT bow.

New parents, askew parents,
Though I love them still.
The pain they've caused me untill now,
My heart, I fear, they'll kill.

It is not anything they've said
More, what they have done.
The dissapointment that is bred,
By all my acts, so brazen.

"I hate my kids!"
Agony rips me through.
Tears drip from my lids,
And I only could make-do.

I can't imagine living with
Rachel for the next four years!"
And after that...
I have nothing else to say.

Author's Note

old parents refer to my biological parents, new parents my adoptive parents. dont get me wrong, i love my adoptive parents a lot, within a inch of my life.

Reviews

[jay-lyse]

I'm sorry for how much pain is within this poem. But I think pain is what makes the best poems great. Great Write!!!