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Not So Happy Letter to a Mother

So you own Gucci and some Louis, but your baby barely has lunch money for school. You have your baby go to the bodega to buy you Coronas with an EBT card, but never have enough to buy something for dinner. You fund you baby’s bad habits, but you cant fund them for a load in a washer and dryer.

So tell me, what kind of mother are you?

You are the type of mother who does not deserve to be celebrated. You deserve no flowers, card or present.

What kind of mother are you, to bring random men around you baby be they male or female? You don’t know what they’ll do. What kind of mother are you for telling you baby that they are ugly? Have you looked at youself in the mirror, you baby has your face, eyes and lips. You think you are the hot shit and your baby is ugly?

What kind of mother are you, when you don’t know how to do anything else but drink and fuck?

What kind of fucking mother are you when all you do is drink and fuck?!

What kind of fucking mother are you when you baby daddy doing his child well making sure he has money for child support, but then all that money goes to your bills that funds your habit of extravagance and no milk and cookies?

I just don’t get it. When your baby come home with a sticker on a picture they drew, you just use it as a wee wee pad for the puppy? I don’t get it, your baby has straight A’s and may be one B and you say you dont care about their future? What kind of fucking mother are you?

To be honest, you are that mother I will spit on and call you a whore in every language you have. You whore yourself to men, liquor and credit card bills, might as well you know. You have disrespected yourself as a woman, because you are not willing to take responsibility and care for the precious life that you birthed.

Bitch what the fuck is wrong with you. You are a grown ass woman but you act like the age of your teenage child.

You are fucked up.

I have a few wishes for you. I wish you no success with your life, nor do I wish you luck with love. Your fucking vagina does not deserve shit, but to bleed away all your sins and wrong doing for the rest of your life. I wish you unrest and demise. I wish you no peace.

For your baby. You have my love and devotion.