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?