I cared for you.

I raised you, cradled you in

My arms, and

I cared for you.

I loved you.

And you said

In your little child voice,

“I love you too,

Mama.”

So why,

Why now,

Do you treat me

Like this?

You throw things

To scar me.

You burn things

To spite me.

You waste things

To hurt me.

You do things

Because you hate me.

Or perhaps,

You’ve simply

Forgotten

The little child

Full of love

You once were.

Emma Kortz is a junior who loves to write and draw. She plans on majoring in English and Creative Writing in college.