Arent mothers suppose to rejoice
Arent we suppose to love our life

Because i can tell you now
I dont feel love in my home.
I dont feel love in my heart.
Im cold.
I look at her and i hate myself
For not being good enough
For not doing enough
For not loving myself enough to be a happy mother.
I hate that men get to choose when to participate and when to leave.
But us mothers.
We got a duty and a responsibility.
Not a light one either
Im scared.
Im alone.
But i will not let her go without
With a heavy heart and heavy limbs
Ill keep moving forward for her to know that loving yourself is the way to greet this world with arms open wide.