My So-called Mom

When she got mad at me 
She slapped her hand at me 
Across my face 
That hand went fast 
The pain stung for a couple of seconds 
Then went away 
There is a red hand on my left cheek 
That will never go away 
Sad but true, that's all I have to remember her by 
Trying to make me do better 
But all I did was get sadder 
She was my Mom

--Tamara G., Adult