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Aug 2017
Ma.
I wanna talk to you,
not the hello, how are you type talks.
I wanna know you,
understand you .
You're my mother but I feel I hardly know you,
your thoughts,
the emotions you keep locked up like we'd all fall apart if we ever saw them.
It's taken distance to expose the fact that you may have given birth to me and raised me,
but maybe you'll never get to know the real me,
maybe we'll stay at this point forever.
I hope not,
because phenomenal women are hard to come by, and I know for a fact that you are one.
I'd like to pick your brain one day,
maybe the effort is mine to make,
I don't know.
But in it all I have never doubted your love for me and mine for you,
You've spent your whole life trying to protect us,
granted it didn't always work,
but you're human too,
you're flawed too,
my only hope is that one day the facades will melt away.
A letter to the woman who holds my heart now and forever, mama.
Bongiwe
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Bongiwe  20/F/south africa
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