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23 · Jan 23
my mother
wordsmith Jan 23
i stand buck toothed and frizzy haired
i'm in foreign country with foreign faces
she's my restute
i trace my finger tips rough from the dirt under our **** cherry tree
on the photograph of her outline on the bed we share
i hear her from the other room
she says we arent doing well
thats a lie
she says she has foreign blood
thats a lie
she says she loves me

my smile cuts through as i grab my own pinky
i promise myself i shall never lie
if the sky is blue, it's a blue sky
if the sun is hot, it's a sunny day
i'd never let myself follow her way

i stand glowing teeth and raven pig tails
i twirl my abaya between my fingers as she asks where i'll head off
i couldn't break her heart at the expense of my pleasure
i mutter names, hiding out others
i sit in the back seat of my drivers car, looking at my reflection in the tinted window
i see her outline look back at me

in her eyes i lay
في عيونها
in her arms i sway
في قلبها صورتي
وفي روحها اسمي

مخيوط ما بين خلاياها بابرة دميما
انا واياها وجه واحد
لماذا لا تراني في المراية؟

وحيدة امي
وحيدة قلبها
وحيدة وقتها
اعطتني نفسها
i didnt ask for it
i didnt ask to be given a debt of guilt
i look at her, i see me
i see her buck toothed with frizzy hair
did she ever see me in her mother?

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