To the person who gave birth to me

You’re just a fucking genetic mistake, a give back that mother nature threw away.

I'll see you your misery and spit in you’re face and I don’t call it anger.

It is hate because you ruin everything you touch.

On a level that things turn to ice and spontaneously combust.

This is what you do, and guess the three letter word I will never call you.

This is an ache at the pit of my gut, that wakes me up.

I'm sick of your rancid nature and you’re whore like behavior.

Rot in hell you three lettered stranger in the womb.

I'll tear you apart due to your excuse for you’re black bastard heart.

I have extreme anger bearing you’re name.

I hate the part when I go away, cause of you I can't wake up.

I live in a delusion for everyday I know you.

I have been burned and no one ever gets over your shit.

I have learned your fucking genetics may throw back on me,

But to me you’ve gone to waste so guess the three lettered word I'll never say?

I wish every moment of every day your memory would just go away.

You will never know the pain and torture you put inside of me.