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Mom

Trying to find solace in the suburbs

when everything seemed superb

like that cookie-cutter,

picket fence,

faux fur mentality

they instill at the start

 

Just an infant with scars

He reached for her baby bump,

Then slammed it hard

onto the stairwell

She fell, wept, and held

That lil princess

and prayed she'd never have the same hell

 

All grown up. Alive and well

shes got different demons

different intricate cells

It's been said

she is special      she is awake

But, in many ways

She is the same

 

As that ANGEL who carried her 23 years ago

That's debt I'll always owe

A gift I'll never own

Carefully Constructed

and Creatively Sewn

shoved a soul into that shell

That'll one day guide her back home

 

 

Shes got her mamas tough, yet gentle heart

her smile, brevity and love for art..

she can write her *** off

like her

the wrote and the writ

 

Yet she's plagued by guilt

every ******* minute

GUILT for the life that she'd been given

GUILT  for each exhale emitted

She prays that God will have the sense

to go back in time and hit OMIT

(on all chapters even close to the word 'human'

there's GUILT for feeling guilty even more for despising your own )

"I must've slipped through the gate, admit it!

Or recruit another for your mission

regretfully, I must solicit

that I'm not fit for this position

 

 

I'm no hero

I'm the villain

If ya look close you'll see

I spit venom"

Mama walks in

smiles and says

"WE.

ARE.

WOMEN!"

"Betta recognize and

quit your bitchin'

as of today, you are living..

You are loved

You are safe

You are ************* winning

 

WARRIOR,

CREATOR,

QUEEN,

GODDESS,

INCARNATE..

We are strength & We are the faith

never to be broken

but we still stay brave

 

 

The Legend wont start

or end with you

Its a fight stretched out

through  time

You will understand soon

No matter how much you ask

"WHY"

It wont stop circumstance

wont stop lies

wont stop suffering

and will NEVER compromise

 

Your in the way of the wave, child

This.....  the secret to life

When in the way of the wave...

its only a matter of time

S0 if youre searching for solace

Will you promise

To memorize this line

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Written by
Twighead
30 / F
Published
Mar 9, 2018
Lines·Words
85·383
Notes

Written for and dedicated to my mother.. we've always been at odds. This entire scenario I wrote is hypothetical, but for some reason it comforts me to make up pep talks from her and this is my favorite one Ive come up with so far. So wherever you are mom...thank you for everything..this one is just for you.

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#mom#damily#lovesacrafice#abuse#pregnancy
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