Ring..Ring...3 A.M

Eyes saying five more minutes please.

Her bones chewig her inside bit by bite.

Her mind is a young women.

Her bones 80 years ahead

But she is only34.

 

She only works 3 hours a day

But comes home tired like if she worked more than 8

She cleans fitting rooms touching clothes she can't afford for herself or her kids

She cleans after dirty men who don't flush thier business

Yuck.

Repeating the same thing for all 5 floors.

 

She stll has to come home and work more

My phone rings in class

My mother has crashed

 

I still have to come home to find her in bed

Unable to move

But strength is what she gained

She gets up trying to move

Here mom I will get it for you

No mjo she tells me I'm not dead I can do it

I have my life ahead

 

Ring...Ring.. It's 3 A.M

My eyes open

And all I can say is

I hope to see her back

When I come home from school

 

Where she smacks me on the side of my head

Because I made a gay sex joke

Where she tells me don't flirt with guys in public

You have broken my ilusion of having you give me my first grandchildren

Be discreet not girly

Eventhough being a bit girly is my personallity

However slowly I am more gay and manly too

We still repel eachother because I am gay

But please don't let it be her last day

I need closure

I need her to stay