Should I tell them?

 

What should I tell them?

Life is not fair

I was once told

Can you imagine

What role one would

Choose if you could 

Have any one?

Eva Green

Has gone from 

Miss Moneypenny

To Milady De Winter

She is not the best actress

And she looks a lot

Like her grandmother

Doris Green Roberts

Another famous actress

Married twice with one son

Plus the one she had before....

Anyways it is mothers day

What should I do?

Call them up

And tell them 

She does not want 

To see them

As Suzie Pittz

Did routinely

She was the one

Who always stooled them

Then raided my fathers wallet

So she could afford

To pay for their fun weekend

With the non mother...

I would love to play

Mrs. De Winter

Alone in the world

With no friends

Working for the enemy

While her son is living

With another woman

Putting a knife to a mans

Throat would be easy

If he were the wrong one

Such as Duane who still

Has not gotten the message

Child pedophiles are never forgiven

Being strangled as a child

Is not pleasant

Nor is the constant comments

From your mother

About your virginity

Cant even buy a bottle

Of Olive Oil

Without wanting to crack

Her on the head

And pour it all over her....

Duane was only told

To stay a 100 yards away from me

Which is why every school trip

He was there 

100 yards away!

My sister and I 

Never had the conversation

But my fingers twitch

Every time he sticks

His head up 

And he always stick his head up!

My mother lay 

There dying

Refusing to eat

From my fork

Looking down the hallway

No one showed up

Not even jimmy

In the daytime

Did they even know?

Probably not

Stay in touch!

Is what i heard them told

By the Elders

Of the congregation

They had been stolen

From us when we little

They were forced to live

With other people

Who would not allow

Them to know us at all

But Betty A and Suzie P

Often had them visit them

Instead of us

Imagine a religion

That blames six-year-old 

Girls for what a sixteen-year-old

Has done such as given birth

Such as Joane

I recall those National Park days

When we had no place 

Else to go or we would

Be kidnapped or abducted

I always bit, scratched, kicked and peed

On them, getting away

Was easy, finding home

Was the hard part

My family always 

Lived somewhere different

Don't you remember where you live

The cops would ask

How could I respond

When I knocked on the door

And found them living 

There instead

Somone else was always 

Living inside our house

And now most of them

Have been torn down

By the way Jessica S

Why don't you lean

On Candace a little bit

More than usual

Her and your husband

Could be mother and son

Whereas I know

That your mother 

Is the one you call

Sister Joane

Who showed up

Not wearing a top

It was the sixties

And those things 

Were considered optional

No bras ladies

And the t-shirt

Was often too dirty

To wear

Isn't that right dear?

You see dear Jessica

Your were homeless

And you showed up

Sucking off your mothers tits

In front of everyone

At the campground

Was that Yosemite?

Hmm, well eventually

She was arrested

And you were removed

Not before she made 

False claims 

Against my father

Whom she described

In detail

And then did not recognize

Him when he came forward!

Of course we did go to court

And you lost poor little thing

Which is why you went

Around kicking me grandfather

Out of his places

Your friends have told 

You lies is what i should

Tell those two princes

Of my mother

We are not talking

About Jimmy

He is not a prince

Nor a king

And he is not my father!

They lost their family

Over nothing more

Than some evil slave

Who just did not want

To give back the money

They had stolen

And those others

German criminals

Working over the American public

Your mother and sister

Are bad people

We dont know what to do

They just keep showing up....

They called every year

It is time for that meeting

I had agreed to be a missionary

On one of those dark days

When I thought 

I would never see my father

Again thinking it would

Be something my mother hated

She did hate it

And she kept making problems

For me everywhere I went

Born with a pair of perfect

Angles, indentical girls

Princesses for her to enjoy

She took care of my father

She said in order for it not

To happen again

No girls!

Then she kept having boys

I wondered

Really  I did 

But grandma  said not to ask

And I would not know what

To tell them.

Sorry I am dads only 

Surviving daughter?

And I am not a princess

Life just keeps going on and on

By the way Jessica

While my parents were

Attending business 

The homeless man

Would reside inside

Our homes

John G

Is what he called himself

He is not a Roman Italian

But from the Ottoman empire

Turkish!

Not Greek 

And I am part Sicilian

Wonder if he would like

A knife at his throat

Do you have one

Sweet Aunt Candy

With her storehouse

Of chemicals

She administers by needle?

Well, it is this way

John was always sliding out

The back door

When my parents arrived

Meanwhile he had been

Sleeping in my parents bed

Hence, Jessica and Janet

Are probably both your

Stepdaughers!

Happy Mothers day!

Why dont you go out

And buy youself something

Without using my money!

It is this way guys

I know you loved us

Once upon a time

Those men told you lies

Told you not to talk to us

Told you not to come to our aid

It is not your fault

They kept calling me

To show up for them

Always had me on hand

When the overseers

Showed up 

Just to make it look good

But never gave us a single cent

While their wives have been robbing us

All because were once five generations

Of faithful women

Who were going to serve god

We did serve god 

Just not the way they wanted

We were not supposed to give up

Our lives for someone else

Nor provide income for them either

Every one of us 

Has faced the firing squad

Just because of Jimmy

Who just wants to have his way

But not do anything for it.

She died penniless

Because she was robbed

By Jimmies only wife

Teresa and her son Juan Barron

She continues to make life

Difficult through the medical clinics

My mother made a will

And paid for life insurance

Listing me as the heir

The only one

She was not allowed

To acknowledge you boys

Nor even leave you anything

Beside Suzie and Betty

Had already taken what 

She wanted for you guys

A life of adventure

Which I do remember us having

All over the world

Only to return to Paris

Before heading home

You were supposed to go

To university and get a career

Whereupon she would 

Introduce you to well to do people

With beautiful daughers

And deep pockets

Instead she was forced

To provide this service

To others such as Sean N

And Dan F or Brent W

None of them were her choices

They were forced upon her

By those who did not care

About her cancer nor want

Her to live either

It is the only reason

I stayed to make sure

She did not end up on the streets

As I know they planned 

Peter B is great at planning

But the execution always

Has to go to someone else.

She did not hate you

She did not know you

Not really

Just some guys

Who showed up

And wanted to speak

To the elders about

Her living conditions

I took them to court

And the legal team

Did show up 

Even going on their knees

But Bernice continued to tell

The local cops that mom

Did not own the right

To anything while her son 

Bill has been waiting 

All his life

For me to take a knife

To his ....

We did what we could

And often won

But her brains were fried

Never drink the tap water

Or the from the punch bowl

Is probably all I will tell them

Nothing of the ways

She wanted to know

Whom I was

While she sat thier dreaming

Until Jimmy caught her

And she had to do what 

He wanted one more time

Just because there are bad

People who sit down

In other peoples religions

Such as the Coulteres

Chased me down the street

With a knife in her hand

Said I was trying to get her husband

Not my type and yes she made sure

I walked in while they were in bed

It is when I gave up inside

About the religion that just wont

Do anything accept 

Send strongly worded letters

Through the regular post

Which is then picked up

By the ones mentioned inside 

Those envelopes

Thinly veiled threats

Is what I was told

When I attempted to go

Straight to the source

After all they had removed

Donald from his home

And put him in a nursing home

He never did see anyone again

And he was once part of the

Writing team upstairs

They did not care

They have this idea

They can do whatever they want

And get away with it

Because their collective familes

Take care of business for them.

We were not in fact bad women

But disillusioned ones

Who thought god 

Would save us from hell

He is going to do it his way

He delegates to these men

Of god waiting for them to get it right

But not forgetting us either

It is not what I will tell you

Either but simply that 

She did love you

Somewhere in her mind

When she was a young woman

And had a husband

And a family of four

Plus her own parents

She was lost without them

Next time

Don't listen to the men

Don't listen to Jimmy 

Or Lisa Calvi

As she was already told

On bended knee

Not to continue her 

Bad ways but her husband

Just cant do anything 

About Candys bastard

Born on the beach 

As you will recall

Feet first and backwards

Wicked knows no bounds

Dont worry about mother

She is gone now

And thanks to those men

Wont remember your kindness

Your faces or you

Her mind was gone a long time ago

Mother's day might be best 

Going to headquarters

And telling them what you were told

Instead of sending roses to Suzie...

De Winter

A woman out in the cold

Who knows god exists 

But that men get it wrong

Even the best of them

Rely on other women to tell them lies...