Sometimes, mom have no charm
no harm intended, she offends
mind blinded by pride, mom makes no apologies

We love her any way, forgave words that stung
go tell, she means well, giving hell
spewing wrath like hot ash

Mom demanded respect, seen as suspect, arrested
unforgiven, ignored by one she loves
socially crazed, she retaliated moms grey headiness 

The heart wants that which was lost, and
one uncertain dove, looked for twig after a flood, and
mother's love is never above, discerning right and wrong

I no longer allow others to control me,

Because I am the one who holds the key.

I will not shake in fear or distress,

I will stand my ground while others detest.

For whatever reason against me they shall hold,

I will not break down, I will be bold.

My days of angry, fear, regret and inner doubt,

Is gone and i will climb the mountains to shout.

You can yell and scream and curse as much as you're able,

I will stand firmly unshaken, you, however, will be unstable.

Others no longer have control over me or my mind,

There things that only women do
Some men boast of what they can do
Do not laugh at what I have to say
How would you describe a normal day?
Let us divide the chores in the household
See what portion you may claim to hold
Who does the cleaning and sweeping?
Who does the cooking and washing?
Lest, on menial things, the master’s time is wasted
For such, the children’s usefulness is tested
Is it the woman who runs the house?
While the man claims to own the house
Is it the man who deceives the woman?

I find the moments of my life
invariably filled with strife
are caused by those who are hell-bent
on making others malcontent.

They lay their futile helpless rage
on those they think they can enrage,
and thus drain all of their own ire
by fueling others' angry fire.

Once I would have let them do this,
make me so intensely furious
that I would inevitably snap,
and make them eat their own damn crap,