“Just Me” by Billy Medford

I grew up like what’s love
I was accustomed only to fear
Didn’t know what a daddy was
I only knew he wasn’t here
4 years old he went away
Now it’s mommy, bobby, and me
Never thought there’d come a day
Where it’d drop to just me
Neglected and insecure
I carried a chip on my shoulder
Swallowed pain, buried tears
You grew closer, I grew colder
Never felt like I had a family
Or a birthday party, no Christmas
Why didn’t they give a damn for me?
Never heard me out, couldn’t listen
A decade and a half later
Any regrets or best wishes?
My mother, they think I hate her
Nah, she’s just the queen of these bitches
One day you’re gonna need me
And my memory’s crystal clear
How you said you wished you’d aborted me
So just pretend I’m not even here!

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