Here is a poem that I wrote about my mom.
Mammas don't raise up your sons to be substitute spouses.
Just because your marriage's a mess or you are divorced.
Mammas, don’t raise up, your sons, to be substitute spouses.
Calling mommy’s little man, oh the man of the house.
In the name of love, trapping him like a mouse.
Lacking, the ability to relate with an adult spouse.
Mammas, don’t raise up, your sons to be substitute spouses.
Manipulating them, by a bunch, of hocus pocus.
So bringing happiness ,to mamma becomes, their exclusive focus.
Making ‘em feel, like they really are, the man of the house.
Mammas, don’t tell your sons, that forever, they're your little man
Particularly when, you marry again.
For will he think, that he is still, the man of the house.
Actually, mamma, he’s your captive, young mouse.
Mammas, don’t raise up your sons, to be substitute spouses.
Stay just mommy instead of the monster of the house.
And dam it, get an adult, if you need a new spouse.
Mammas don’t raise up your sons up to be substitute spouses
At the expense, of their innocence,
Dear Christ, does not make one dam bit of sense.
Excuses mammas make, but not a good defense.
Being sexualized, for the rest of his freaking existence.
Is a burdensome, painful dam life long sentence.
Mammas don’t raise your up your sons to be substitute spouses.
Walking in their rooms in shear nighties with no bra on.
Knowing dam well, they’re sons are getting a hard on.
Reaching under the covers to help them relax.
While they massage you both front and back.
Mammas don’t teach whole courses in sex ed.
By inviting them to sleep with you in your bed.
wearing no more than panties when you lay down your head.
Knowing new ideas will fly in their pubescent heads.
Unless you want them to go on some trips.
from between your warm breasts, to between your hot hips.
Mammas, don’t raise up your sons, up to be substitute spouses
Doing all, to make mommy’s little man
Really believe, he is mommy’s man.
Wow, that means, he's the real man of the house.
Oh God, don’t enslave them like a dam play toy.
owned by mamma, as her young playboy.
Mammas, don’t raise up your sons, with sexualized identities.
making a normal marriage, for many, an impossibility.
All that dam unhealthy sex might turn them against women completely.
Mammas, they might never marry because of you no doubt.
Something you will never hear your neighbors talk to you about.
Mammas don’t raise up your sons, to meet your twisted needs.
For such sick mamas should be swinging high from the trees