the word mother
fills me with uncertainty and obligation
i’m weighed with the pressure to
love the woman who birthed me to life
despite her many conditions for loving me
she requires silly things
wants me to
prove my love
asks that i call her
everyday
i don’t
because of that
she thinks i hate her
i don’t
most days
i wish i could
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
the word mother
fills me with uncertainty and obligation
i’m weighed with the pressure to
love the woman who birthed me to life
despite her many conditions for loving me
she requires silly things
wants me to
prove my love
asks that i call her
everyday
i don’t
because of that
she thinks i hate her
i don’t
most days
i wish i could
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