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Hey Mama
- There once was a girl born in '73
- It was the lady who created me
- She had beautiful skin from her mixed nation
- But her father was a part of the stolen generation
- Her home's a house of horrors so she packed her bags and left
- She's 15 and tryna' to make it to the South West
- Some men pulled over and offered her a ride
- She said "yes please" and she hopped inside
- That was a mistake, they kept her for weeks
- Forced themselves upon her and ignored the shrieks
- Until the day that she managed to break free
- But she was sent home, where she just couldn't be
- She had the abortion and was labelled a whore
- Even though she just survived motherfucking war
- But she got out again, came to Margaret River
- And already her story had made you shiver
- She found a great man, he was so connected with Earth
- They got married and at 16 Genny gave birth
- But the baby was born missing a chromosome
- The threads of his DNA were incorrectly sewn
- She looked after the baby, then she had another
- This time it was a girl who adored her brother
- But it was hard to be a teen with a disabled baby
- So they gave him away to a home where just maybe...
- He'd have a better life with much better facilities
- And not be judged because of his disibilaties
- So with one kid left Gen felt a hole in her heart
- That couldn't be filled, she was lonely and scarred
- So she did the only thing she knew how to do
- Ran away from her marriage, tore the family in two
- She then discovered drugs, first to pop then to smoke,
- And eventually inject, get sick and become broke
- One time she had some E back in 1994
- Then she conceived me, and then shortly two more
- She bounced from man to man with no spaces inbetween
- Let her men discipline her children if you know what I mean
- By the time I was three I'd tried to run away
- But mom's boyfriend found me, I'll never forget that day
- I'd walked almost a mile trying to escape his property
- If only I'd got away I maybe could've avoided poverty
- When he found me he put me on the back of his bike
- Rode home, beat me, and now I tell this to my psych
- When mom left him she soon found a new mister
- He wasn't too great but he gave me a little sister
- He never let me see my dad for a year
- I was a paranoid child constantly in fear
- She later left that man and moved next door
- We were happy not knowing what was soon instore
- Genevieve was nasty, she thought I was a brat,
- She told me I couldn't dance because I was too fat
- I was 7 years old, crying standing on the scales
- It became an eating disorder when I lived in New South Wales
- The next boyfriend gave mom 2 more children
- Although I knew from the start we was a real villain
- He made mom kick me out when I was only still young
- At 13 I was depressed, starving &highly strung
- My grandparents had me from '08 for 5 years
- Gave me a better life and wiped away my tears
- I still had issues, I drank and I smoked weed
- From the voices in my head I just wanted to be freed
- I stuck my fingers down my throat after everything I ate
- Dying for a sense of beauty I was trying to create
- But after therapists and doctors, tests and medication
- And finishing school, I had to leave that location
- So I came back to the West Coast to settle down
- And begin my adult life in my original hometown
- Knowledge is power, so I got a business degree
- Then scored an intellectual job in optometry
- When I first saw my mom the difference was so huge
- She'd lost her weight and her soul, then lived in a refuge
- In two years I only saw her a handful of times
- She hung around dangerous people, surrounded by crime
- When we saw her she only ever looked worse and worse
- She lost her teeth and had no money in her purse
- Our hearts all broke when we saw our mother's smile
- At that point we were no longer in denial
- The woman's on meth, not too far off death
- We need to save my sisters before the drug is in their breath
- So my older sister came over and visited their house
- The girls had matted hair and wore a dirty blouse
- Elle offered to take the girls for a couple of weeks
- Mom said yes, she smiled from cheek to cheek
- I took them to the airport and we're not sending them back
- We won't let them grow up with a mom who smokes crack
- So it seems quite harsh but it's what we need to do
- I don't want my baby sisters to ever be depressed too
- Because I've got the illness and the scars to prove it
- It runs in our family and I'm determined to lose it
- Now my sisters are together over East and I'm relieved
- Because now they have a much better chance to achieve
- Mom is a lost soul but she may find her way home
- If she ever reaches out for help I won't let her be alone
- Because I've seen it all and I'm going to break the chain
- I'm eliminating heartbreak and emotional pain
- My children will never be abused or unloved
- They'll never be on a diet and they'll never be judged
- If I'm not with their Dad I'll never speak ill of him
- My house will be warm and loving, not cold and grim
- And even after everything mom put us through
- It was only a reflection of what she'd lived through too
- So I don't hate you Gen, this won't be forever
- Once you're no longer sick we can all be together
By Anonymous
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