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When my mother is tired, I offer to make her tea. She wants a beer, and even though I don't like it, I pour it for her anyway.

When my mother is tired, I offer to make her fried chicken. She says she doesn't want me to cook for her.. 19 years of cooking my meals and she doesn't want me to cook for her.. So I put in two pieces of toast and burn it just how she likes it and put on extra butter because I know she likes that too.

When my mother is tired, I tell her to call me on her bad day, tell her that even if I do nothing but sit there, it'll be okay because she doesn't have to face the sadness alone.

When my mother is tired, her eyes make triangles and her shoulders slump and she smiles so hard that I think it must hurt her jaw bones. The spirit of her eyes goes dim and her forehead forms creases like mountains and when my mother is tired..

I just want to see her sleep and dream. She so deserves to dream.
My mother had a bad day. The worst in a long time. Take off your armor mama, I'll take your place on the front lines.
 Feb 2014 Angela Campbell
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May
 Feb 2014 Angela Campbell
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May
the month of the end.
you'd probably said it was your beginning,
but what about mine?
school ends and so does our friendship.
but, your forever starts
just as soon as ours never started.
what about me?
do i even matter?
78 days till May.
till the month i release you from
what little grasp i had.
78 days till my heart finally gives up
and till i have to let you go.
like a bird in a cage,
i must set you free.
its what you do to the ones you love,
because if they love you enough,
they'll come back, right?

maybe thats just a saying from a fairy tale
to give people like me hope.
I dare not speak of my undesirable heart
Pushed by a radio button
Flooded with radio waves
Electricfiying my disinterest and the sums of ambivalent

Is too early to measure my heart's desire
I shall not speak.
I'm pacing back n' forth in the recesses of my mind.
Thinking about tomorrow; as if I have the time.
I've got a book of regrets and a list of excuses.
Stitches for the cuts and ice for the bruises.
I've got the heart of a warrior but the guts of a coward.
And I'm always screaming inside my mind; as if silence could get any louder.

I'm trying to stay positive; I'm trying to learn.
But it's hard to move forward when your "success" is everyone else's concern.
They're always breathing down my neck and saying things like "you can do better!"
But I guess they don't know that my ambitions change with the weather.
I can't explain it or even begin to understand why.
It's something that's out of my control no matter how hard I try.
I wrote this several days ago. Never posted it. Enjoy.
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