I remain Humble raising my son
being a single mom ain't easy
I wanted his dad in his life
like many women
He choose 2 cut me with a knief
He left me in pieces..bleeding
he walked over me like a disease
Sadly
He only comes around for my kitty
shes doesnt want 2 play anymore
I'm done being his personal whore
I told him that...now I'm alone
i lost my words while reading this poem. it is simply superb and pathetic also. your poem bears the nacked scene of our society. i wish you all the best.
Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon