Mommas Boy

Mommas boy, mommas boy. Everybody says that’s mommas joy. But in this particular case that’s mommas toy. She plays with his emotions at will. He accepts what she’s giving as long as he can feel. Feel some kind of love. Any kind of compassion. All of his life, that’s all he’s been asking. She’s never really given it to him though, but she gives it to his son. And all he’s ever wondered is what has he done. What did he do to deserve such pain. Maybe she blames him and she’s ashamed. Maybe she blames him for becoming a teen mother. Maybe she blames him cause his father moved on to another. Maybe she blames him for not succeeding in life. Maybe blaming him makes it easier to sleep at night. But by no means does this make it right. It does on the other hand makes for a clearer sight. Same age, same height those women are his type. Couldn’t get it at home, so he sought it from others. All this boy has really been looking for is A mother. -L’ Mo