Motherhood

I knew that child had just lied to me.  I don’t know why she tells lies because I always catch her in them.  When I walked into her room to confront her, she was balled up in the closet crying.  Damn I hate when she does that shit.  I put my head down and gave myself a second to get it together.  When I looked up, to my damn surprise, there were no blinds on her window!  Then I saw them, the blinds, in the corner tore the hell up.  I bowed my head and I prayed, I prayed for strength not to snatch a child up.  “Dear Lord, help me to be strong.”   I never ever want to lay my hands on my children.  You should discipline out of love not anger, and every time I wanted to hit a child I was pissed.  So I have rarely hit any of my children.  However, I have and will continue to threaten.  “You gonna end up pickin your teeth off the floor talkin bout she really hit me".   I’ve warned them on many occasions.  If I hit you, you will be hurt, because I’m going to be trying to hurt you.  God, thank you for giving me that strength, because I would call child protective services my damn self.  Once I am done of course.  “Yes sir I did slap the taste from her mouth.  You can find her somewhere in next week, where I knocked her hard headed ass to.”