Piczo

Log in!
Stay Signed In
Do you want to access your site more quickly on this computer? Check this box, and your username and password will be remembered for two weeks. Click logout to turn this off.

Stay Safe
Do not check this box if you are using a public computer. You don't want anyone seeing your personal info or messing with your site.
Ok, I got it
Back To Home Page
my writing
                And You Don’t Remember

Look at me god damn it. Don’t look at my hair or my make up .My drab black clothes the amount of holes in my face or the annoyed look I am looking at you with. Look at me and remember me when I had blonde hair and ran around the back yard with a simple cotton dress on. when I would sit on your lap and ask you to explain the world to me and you would tell me it didn’t matter how it worked now , I would change it and make it better. I would stop the children from starving , people from being homeless and women from getting beaten .Remember how I looked when I was a flower girl .throwing white pedals down the isle.
Remember when you loved my mother.( Did u Ever Love My Mother?) When you cuddled my brother .When you cuddled me . Do you remember the day I was born ? or has that slipped away too ?
I don’t remember how it was when you left but   I remember the places mom raised us in .The anger my brother felt against you .I remember when you left us for your own family .When you would forget to pick My brother and I up and we would sit and wait for hours while mom called your house trying to figure out where you were .
I don’t remember the first time she put me down .your wife ,my drunken step mother telling me I wasn’t good enough as she slurred her words and spilt her drink .
IT doesn’t matter now father. It doesn’t matter now that 19 years ago you helped create me and more then 18 years ago you left .it doesn’t matter that you think your new wife is better or your new daughter is smarter or that you think I look like a freak .The only thing that matters is that I am happy and you drink like a fish .That I have forgiven but will never forget and you drink to forget and will never remember. The saddest Part Of it all Is how sick it is that   don’t have a memory of you without hearing the sound of ice tinkling in a rum and coke or the smell of a new cigarette being lit. I am better because your gone and it is easier to pretend I don’t have a father then to remember I have one who doesn’t want to remember me.