Even for a short time, we had a mother. Giddy, alcoholic, desperate, brave, stubborn, supportive, woman. We had her. Melena.
— Elphaba Thropp, Wicked
A real gem of a woman, my mother. She lived an enchanted life, sitting upon her mommy throne and drinking her special mommy water until her eyes rolled back in her head. She never hit me or anything, but she hated me. God, she hated me. And the feeling was mutual.
It was 6:48, he was walking home
With the blood on his hand from my broken nose But like every other day, he was scared to go back to his house 'cause his pops was home drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just looking for trouble
Well, there's no excuse for the things he did
But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his dad's been drunk since he was a kid
And I hope one day that he'll say to him
Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this broken bubble
With the blood on his hand from my broken nose But like every other day, he was scared to go back to his house 'cause his pops was home drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles
Just looking for trouble
Well, there's no excuse for the things he did
But there's a lot at home that he's dealing with
Because his dad's been drunk since he was a kid
And I hope one day that he'll say to him
Put down those bubbles and that belt buckle
In this broken bubble
— Alec Benjamin’s Boy In the Bubble
