Will I drink away my sorrows,
and forget my yesterday?
Will I scream at my children
for simply being born?
Will I lay passed out on the floor
while my husband rapes my daughter?
Will I kick out my children,
Because I love Vodka more?
Will I feed my babies wine,
and tell them it's grape juice?
Will I scream at thin air
believeing someone's listening?
Will I slit my wrists and
beg my kids to kill me, in a drunken rage?
Is it true mother?
Will I be just like you, someday?