my mom says, ‘don’t live for other people’ as she drinks a breakfast beer and her orange snowboard pants glow freakily under our kitchen light
this is the woman who raised me to believe that there is nothing i can’t do
her own ballerina dreams suspended as i came along
a small town, high school baby
scandal.
she never lowered her gaze.
i’m smart because of her
and stubborn. i’m not insecure and i don’t apologize
because of her.
she looks so perfect, i don’t even reach for a camera.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
my mom says, ‘don’t live for other people’ as she drinks a breakfast beer and her orange snowboard pants glow freakily under our kitchen light
this is the woman who raised me to believe that there is nothing i can’t do
her own ballerina dreams suspended as i came along
a small town, high school baby
scandal.
she never lowered her gaze.
i’m smart because of her
and stubborn. i’m not insecure and i don’t apologize
because of her.
she looks so perfect, i don’t even reach for a camera.
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