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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
This is a fascinating poem of a lady who expresses how her parents killed her tomorrow. A voice which ought to be held to empower young adults stand in the right path of their choices, for our parents choices can never be ours. This poem is a call to young adults to cry out to be held as they are determined to chase after their own dream.
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My Mother Killed my Tomorrow
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichSynopsis
This is a fascinating poem of a lady who expresses how her parents killed her tomorrow. A voice which ought to be held to empower young adults stand in the right path of their choices, for our parents choices can never be ours. This poem is a call to young adults to cry out to be held as they are determined to chase after their own dream.
Tables of chapters
Chapter One….………………… Mom killed my tomorrow.
Chapter Two……………………..Mom killed my tomorrow
Chapter Three……………………Mom killed my tomorrow
Chapter Four......................Mom killed my tomorrow
Poem Title: Mom Killed My Tomorrow
They call it Spiritual.
They call it ethical.
They call it universal.
They call it motherly.
They call it mutual.
Shut your eyes and think of your tomorrow.
Shut your mouth and speak less of sorrow.
Take a bold step and aim forward.
You know your tomorrow.
September 1999, it all started in the green house of stitches and new comers’.
My cry filled the theater.
I was successfully born.
Like the three idiot’s.
Dad carried me and called me a doctor, mom looked at me and called me a nurse, leaving me with no choice of my own.
I grew up loving what I hate and forced to cherish what gives me agony.
Mom wants me to do her wish.
Dad wouldn’t let go off me.
They thought they were making me better, rather they were killing me within.
Call me dad!
For he couldn’t see my future.
Call me Mom!
For killing my tomorrow.
Chemistry was made my breakfast and biology was made my lunch. Physics was made my dinner, wish they made my choice the last supper.
Mom scolded me for failing,
Dad blasted me for repeating.
Have they forgotten I got an “A” in literature and a distinction in English.
They tore my essays and called them trash.
They tore my poems and swept them out.
They sold doughnuts with my story books and turned my drawing books to weed wrappers.
They wasted their money on tutors and paid millions on tuitions.
They took me to the best while I fall behind the rest.
Suddenly! Faith gained admission.
Mom could no longer watch me sit my ass at home.
Special center became my home and malpractice my half sister.
At last, I gained admission!
To study medicine and surgery.
Dad was happy,
And mom was joyous.
I knew I wouldn’t make it there,
I knew I was going to fail.
But mom had long legs,
She couldn’t watch me fail.
I was depressed and dead within.
I smiled and laughed though I was not even sure of my future.
Because those I call family, tampered with it.
I did seven courses but happily I passed one.
I took interest in GNS 101 and got an “A”
In medical courses were written in Latin words my brain can’t comprehend.
Mom long legs pulled enough strings and her connection got the right people.
My results were upgraded and I was ironically among the best.
Years went by, with no experience.
Semesters went by with no knowledge of medicine.
Blame me not, I have no interest, laugh me not, mom pushed me into this.
I graduated as one of the best, thanks to mom’s strings.
I finally fulfilled dad’s wish and made mom dream come through.
She got the name she craves “mommy doctor” and the praises she had always wanted.
She was exalted as the mother of the best doctor
Little did they know the magnitude of what she has done.
Finally, the deal day came!
The senator was rushed in.
They shouted Emergency! Emergency!
And they called me to prepare for his treatment.
With fear, I cautiously walked to his ward.
And I carefully administered formaldehyde, glutaraldehyde and methanol to the sick senator,
Little did I know they were only used in preserving the dead.
The senator was later reported dead,
And an autopsy was carried out.
They saw my flaws and got me arrested for MANSLAUGHTER’S.
Now I am here awaiting judgement .
The fierce looking Judge had no pity,
I saw his scornful face.
Face that spelt death,
And a lip that gives judgment.
He blamed me for my ignorance and sentenced me to death.
I looked at my mom with regrets,
“Had she known”
Thanks mom for killing my tomorrow.
Thanks dad for sponsoring my death.
I should have resisted when I was old enough but my religion said.
“Obey thy mother and thy father so thy day may be long, this is a commandment with a promise”.
# Let your children have their future.
# Make their passion their profession.
# Don’t dictate your child’s future.
# Life hardly gives a second chance.
Chapter Two
Mom killed my tomorrow
(Roseline hope for a better tomorrow)
Mom Killed My Tomorrow.
In shadows deep, where sorrows reside,
A tale of woe, I cannot hide.
With trembling words, I dare impart,
A poem born of a heavy heart.
Mom, oh, Mom, where did we go wrong?
In life's cruel dance, our steps entwong.
You held my hand, my guiding light,
But darkness loomed within your sight.
Your dreams, so vast, they held you tight,
But I was lost in the fading light.
A childhood once, full of hope and glee,
Now a haunting memory.
You chased tomorrow with restless stride,
Leaving my dreams cast aside.
A mother's love, a treasured gift,
But its weight became a burdensome shift.
In pursuit of glory, you pushed me away,
My tomorrow crumbled, day by day.
As aspirations whispered in my ears
You silenced them with unyielding fears.
Education's path, you tore apart,
Crushing the dreams within my heart.
The laughter, the joy, all left behind,
As darkness clouded my youthful mind.
Mom, your ambitions wore me thin,
They suffocated the dreams within.
In a world where possibilities should soar,
