I didn't want to be
like my mother's, mother
The one who took the slaps in silence
wore the bruises like tattoos
Swallowed the bitter medicine
of her husbands unfaithful affairs
I didn't want to be
the obedient housewife
the one that carried fear and love in her apron
and often got the two confused
I didn't want to end up that way
Cutting a smile onto my face
stitching each apology into my skin
to keep count
I didn't want to end up this way
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
I didn't want to be
like my mother's, mother
The one who took the slaps in silence
wore the bruises like tattoos
Swallowed the bitter medicine
of her husbands unfaithful affairs
I didn't want to be
the obedient housewife
the one that carried fear and love in her apron
and often got the two confused
I didn't want to end up that way
Cutting a smile onto my face
stitching each apology into my skin
to keep count
I didn't want to end up this way
We fear the things we can't control
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