Ink & heart

 Will you accept what you did and own up to it?  Or  Will you hide behind your facade and keep the charade up?  But how long can you keep up the lies and games,  Can you keep your lies straight or will you fumble before them and lay the scheme out for everyone. To constantly play the victim and take no responsibility. What is that like?  Wait maybe I shouldn’t ask you that.  It’s not like you’d actually answer without getting defensive over what we all know is true.  Well…..maybe minus the minions that still believe you.  Maybe you came out everyone would rally around you & provide comfort.  “Aw stop being hard on yourself, you’re a good parent”.    Aw Is that what you actually want to hear?  Lies?  A good parent? Maybe if it was April fools.  Ah you get it?                                            ...

If you are a parent or soon to be parent this is for you.  If you lay down and create a child….IT IS YOUR SOLE RESPONSIBILITY TO STEP UP FOR THAT CHILD!  You chose to create life so it is your job to protect, teach, and love your children.  If you don’t want the responsibility you need to think before you have sex and create life.  Your children didn’t ask to be here so don’t think you have the power to treat your children however because they’re your kids.  THEY ARE CHILDREN.  Not punching bags, maids, banks, etc.  DO BETTER AND BE BETTER FOR YOUR KIDS. 

Title: innocent child  “ A Child,   Innocent and naive,  A fool or so she was conditioned to believe.  Taken advantage of,  Manipulated and blackmailed, Used,  Because he could. ” Brianna Mari  Link to the poem below:  https://www.wattpad.com/1536545430?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=babe-yy

 Hello guys, I hope this finds you well! I’ve been posting poetry through threads and wattpad, and i occasionally use Facebook. I came on here to do the same but also do more than poetry.  Currently I am going to share a very intimate poem I wrote for my wattpad story and thought I should share here as well!  Shattered reflections  “ You are viewed as a great parent,   You are viewed as a valued friend,  You are viewed as a saint,  You are viewed these by others but me.  I loved you,  Not because you are my parent,  Or because you had to provide for me; But because you were the only parent I had.  You bullied me,  You threaten me,  You wired my brain, to think like you;  You made me to be like you.  I fought,  I fought,  I fought;  And I lost.  You won,  Over, and over,  And over again;  You won nothing but in return, damaging and  tearing your child ...