Thank you mom
for using harsher words,
than the boys in middle school did
for teaching me to love myself,
and then **** shaming me
I should let you know that all the boys at school were joking,
but from the tone in your voice I knew that you weren't
Thank you Mom
for bringing up impossible conversations,
in situations where I can't escape
like that lovely conversation in the car,
on the way home from school
the one about birth control,
when I desperately tried voice my opinion for the hundredth time
hoping that maybe you'd finally understand,
there was no need for it
nothing good or helpful came from it,
only inconvenience and discomfort
Thank you Mom
for leaving me stripped and naked,
with a spotlight shining on me
there's nowhere to go,
nowhere but out the car door onto the highway
that actually didn't seem like a bad option,
I always have preferred blood to tears
Thank you Mom
for expressing how you,
“don't want to raise your grandchild”
it's like, when I said I'm waiting,
it went through one ear and out the other, for the hundredth time
Thank you Mom
for giving me so much confidence,
and then taking it back, More easily than you gave it to me
Thank you Mom
for giving me such confidence,
that I'm a disappointment
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
Thank you mom
for using harsher words,
than the boys in middle school did
for teaching me to love myself,
and then **** shaming me
I should let you know that all the boys at school were joking,
but from the tone in your voice I knew that you weren't
Thank you Mom
for bringing up impossible conversations,
in situations where I can't escape
like that lovely conversation in the car,
on the way home from school
the one about birth control,
when I desperately tried voice my opinion for the hundredth time
hoping that maybe you'd finally understand,
there was no need for it
nothing good or helpful came from it,
only inconvenience and discomfort
Thank you Mom
for leaving me stripped and naked,
with a spotlight shining on me
there's nowhere to go,
nowhere but out the car door onto the highway
that actually didn't seem like a bad option,
I always have preferred blood to tears
Thank you Mom
for expressing how you,
“don't want to raise your grandchild”
it's like, when I said I'm waiting,
it went through one ear and out the other, for the hundredth time
Thank you Mom
for giving me so much confidence,
and then taking it back, More easily than you gave it to me
Thank you Mom
for giving me such confidence,
that I'm a disappointment
My mom is good until she isn't. Like outright saying, "I don't want to raise my grandchild"
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