The Meanest Mother

I have the meanest mother in the whole world

She made me eat cereal, toast, eggs, and milk for breakfast

And every other kid has candy and snacks

For lunch I must eat vegetables, rice, and meat

As other kids eat hamburger, French fries and coke

And I wish I had some of those

For supper I must eat soup, more vegetable, water, and meat

As other kids eat more sweets

I wish I was they indeed but I'm unlucky

And mother must know where I go

Who I hang out with…she must always know

Their name, their face, and time I must be home

And when I disobey

I get hit

And the spank really stings

And when I get older, teenage year

I must wash my clothe, clean the house…dishes

And buy cheap clothe…the thrift store

Living such difficulty, embarrassment

Wearing old rag clothe to school each day

Oh how I wish I wear clothe from the mall so I won’t be strangers from my friends

She taught me to cook every now and then

I must learn she says

And it get boring each time she explain

Sometime I think at night she sleeps

Thinking of what else mean things to do to me

The slowest and painful killing indeed

Outside our yard there was a march

Protesting and rioting in such great parade

Oh how I wish to attend but mother locked me in

Missed out the fun, darn ain’t exciting

But mother happily smiling

Demanding more house work to be done

Dad reading newspaper and drinking coffee

Oh ain’t he lucky!

Mother always cherish him sweets; donut

And now I’m grown up…wiser I must say

The meanest things my mother did to me

Which now I have done to my kids the same

They called me the meanest mother…

Like how I called mine…

Thank God, I have the meanest mother gene...it’s contagious

If it wouldn’t be from her

Then I wouldn’t be

The wises mother…to help her children grow; successful

I know that someday

They will thank me

Like how I thank my mother for being so mean