MayMay - Hello Poetry

My mom doesn't believe you're real, Ana. She doesn't believe you plague my everyday life 'why are you counting calories, trying to be less of a pig?' Mother That hurts When you call me those horrid names Stop, and listen. Don't you hear Ana whispering promises of being skinnier and prettier?

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC

Ana

My mom doesn't believe you're real, Ana. She doesn't believe you plague my everyday life 'why are you counting calories, trying to be less of a pig?' Mother That hurts When you call me those horrid names Stop, and listen. Don't you hear Ana whispering promises of being skinnier and prettier?

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I'm not a girl, clearly I don't act like one Or speak like one Or look like one So why do you insist on calling me a girl, mother?

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Oct 10, 2025

Oct 10, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC

Not a girl.

I'm not a girl, clearly I don't act like one Or speak like one Or look like one So why do you insist on calling me a girl, mother?

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I miss you. Your voice, face, compliments, jokes, corny and unfunny. Why did you leave? Was there someone else? Of course there was, what type of question is that? You got more distant, I could tell. No matter how much pain you put me through, I'll forever miss you.

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Oct 10, 2025

Oct 10, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC

I miss you.

I miss you. Your voice, face, compliments, jokes, corny and unfunny. Why did you leave? Was there someone else? Of course there was, what type of question is that? You got more distant, I could tell. No matter how much pain you put me through, I'll forever miss you.

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