Mama is a housewife, while having a PhD.
This is intergenerational trauma.

Beyond lacking a PhD, I cannot be a housewife,
if I do not learn how to love,
hasn't she?
She knows how to fall in love,
how to rage, and how to raise
a spoiled child.

I'll rather dive into my trash tv,
than mimic.
Homesick, life-sick,
future-sick, expectations-sick.