Maman est morte

I pulled at every vein of mine,
Drew the blood from my own body
And I gave life to all this.
You took my umbilical cord,
Wrapped it around my throat
Looked at me, cold and said “choke”.
I gave you a lifeline,
And yet I walked through a landmine.
To me, you gave life
Nothing more and nothing less.
No home, no hope
From me, you took youth, 
Although I still hold childish joy
Like water in my hands.
My key in the lock,
Foot in the door,
I step forward.
You’re surrounded by cigarettes,
Bound to the couch,
Held down by your own pride and self-pity
The TV in front of you screaming,
Unable to stop me, leaving.