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Patti Jo
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Family She grew up over a funeral home
That scars someone in a deep way
She has built her life up on paper and awards that will turn to dust
No one will remember her name
She feels differently though
She is omnipotent omniscient
Her name was written down in some sort of manuscript that will pass onto the next age
All fear Patti Jo
She calls herself the family matriarch
As arrogant as always
Assuming her role and functions are some sort of pivotal part of our stability and existence
She calls herself a Christian
Her poor suffering woe is me begging pleading for the salvation of her family’s souls
She ran away from her husband once to go meet up with a pimp in Amsterdam and smoked pot
And yet she does not love as her Christ commanded
She judges and makes rules that must be followed in order to belong to this all so important family
If this is family I am longing for an orphanage
And she is praying
Always praying for the salvation redemption and purging of our souls from the sins that so fill our hearts and minds
The same ones that she acts out by example daily
Hypocrisy is the one rule to abide by
Actions speak louder than words
And even your words would make most people cringe
Why, why such a need for control
What are you afraid of Patti Jo?
You are still that scared little girl and make every one suffer for it
See! See! Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!
Look what I’ve done! Look what I’ve given up!
I rose all on my own children that weren’t mine or mine to take but I did it anyway!
I did it any way! And doesn’t that make me look good!
I write! Look at me! Look at me! Read it, isn’t it good! Aren’t I good!
All bow down to the queen of letters and words!
Everyone must be interested in the goings on of my mind because I am great!
Look at my church attendance! Look! Look! See how much money I gave! Be wowed! LOOK AT ME!
See my family they have problems, none of which are my doing of course, but look and see, see how I help keep them all in line!
And my family’s accomplishments- all my doing yes all my doing!
Yes all my doing!
So what if half have tried to commit suicide, not my fault!
Not my fault!
They didn’t succeed, and that was because of my praying! See how hard I pray!
What 3 of the women have suffered from eating disorders?
Not my fault!
They recovered because of me! Yes! Because of me! My praying oh how hard I pray!
They never listen or do as I command; oh I am so hurt so wounded!
Oh little Patti Jo your ranting and raving is just that
Your words vanish into the air and disappear
And eventually we will all stop hearing them
My talents are just that mine I don’t write like you do- I have depth I have honesty
You are shallow, self absorbed and full of lies
She yelled at others to stay thin while she stuffed her face
She sat in her chair engrossed in her books, eating her way to diabetes
Telling a girl of 10 that if she stays at her current weight until adult hood she will be beautiful
Aren’t you proud?
Everyone sees beneath they can see the truth
The walls and masks are fading
Growing thin
As everyone turns away from her
She is alone
And she still rants and raves
And prays
Prays that the family will see the error of their ways and return to her
And the family realizes they always were orphans
Patti Jo
Where did everyone go?
Don’t you realize we already left?
hey sis- love it! i really do! some day you should give it to her- hmm maybe read it at her funral??? your so lucky your not here near her! lovs ya sis!