She deserves far better,
Than this world could ever give her.
Her spirit, light as a feather,
She’s dealt with plenty of stormy weather.
Yet she’s still standing,
Created a family,
Created me.

The pain from her own body,
Like life’s trying to handicap her mind.
She doesn’t deserve the hurt,
Or the worthless “workers” at her work.
She deserves far better,
Than they could ever give her.
If life were perfect,
Her hard work would be rewarded,
In full,
No half-measures or coercion.

She deserves a son she can be proud of,
I hope that I am that to her.
Because sometimes, I can convince myself that,
She’d be better off as someone else’s mother.
She deserves a son who’s outgoing,
One who’s willing to take risks,
One who doesn’t see a single mistake,
And consider himself a problem he cannot fix.
She deserves a son who’s happy,
Without it being fake.
I wish I could be what she believes I can,
But I don’t believe I can.

I know she worries about me,
The path of loneliness is one that we share.
I wish I could convince her I’m okay,
But could I lie to her and myself?

She deserves far more than I can give her,
She deserves more than the world could ever offer.
She deserves everything I could ever be,
And she deserves far better than me…

why do i even bother
fighting with someone like you?
no matter what i did,
it was the wrong thing to do.

too often,
we fight and scream and yell.
you hate me?
well i'm glad i put you through hell.

you should've loved me
for who i am instead,
not some silly little image
of a perfect girl in your head.

well i'm not your little girl anymore.
that ship has sailed.
you should've been my mom,
but guess what? you ******* failed.

The first needle
stung
Eyes closed to wince
The charming prince
stinks

The second needle
tore
Heart clenching the pieces
hope decreases

By the third needle
numb
The carriage came
to pick up it's claim

Miraculously,
The crane took it's basket
back to the womb
Returning it gently
to a shadowed room.

Needles 1, 2 and 3
came again
But by the fourth
I prayed

by the fifth
I prayed

And by the tenth
I poured
my being, my soul, my love
my child



I think I always knew
before my bones even grew

My mom left me
a miracle

I didn't understand at first
I just felt something
brewing

So I poured
like my mom did
But I didn't have a cup
so I gushed and bled
everywhere

I would sit
and wait for someone in need of thirst
I would water the flowers
even though it rained

because it was written in my bones
before I could even object

Even though I'm fully grown now
I don't know how to get off the carriage
a second time

But as I look out the window,
I thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb

Thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb

Her heartbeat synchronizes with my joys
Her breath aligns with my every stride
In my achievements, she find her purpose
for she has woven her universe within me

Isn’t it wild, how the universe misaligns?
Creating distance through time by drawing lines.
You were here before my first breath began,
I’ll spend my years chasing where you stand.

Oh, if I could rewrite the stars’ decree,
I’d cast myself into your century.
A sister, a confidant, your equal in time—
Not just your child, but a partner in rhyme.

We’d share the rhythm of life’s steady tune,
Matching footsteps beneath the same moon.
Not mother and daughter with years to compare,
But living as equals, the same life to share.

But this isn’t our story; this isn’t our fate—
Time separated us, made me too late.
You live in a past I can only trace,
Through your wisdom and the lines on your face.

I'll learn about you by trying to guess,
Closer in age, maybe then you’d confess,
That you’d borrowed my strength more times than I knew—
And in return, I’d say I learned how to be strong from you.

You age like fine wine, your spirit refined,
Each year adds layers, a shine so divine.
But my heart aches with a bittersweet pain,
Knowing we’ll never age the same.

For every year that makes you glow brighter,
The space between us becomes a bit wider.
And though time keeps pulling us apart,
You’ll always remain timeless in my heart.

Dear mom,
I’m a mother myself now.
A mother to a little boy and girl,
and both of them are just like me,
and everyday they remind me
that I was never the problem.
As your daughter I forgive you, but
as a parent I will never understand.

-I am breaking the cycle

You told everyone you were a care bear
But you don’t know how to handle my heart

You don’t know what it means to care
Because otherwise my heart wouldn’t be ripped apart

You told everyone you would fight for me
and would go through fire like a bold beast

You only fight for money and power, can’t you see?
You toss me around like prey, celebrate it like a feast

oh you, you beautiful bear, you stuffed with jealousy bear
you use your claws on me, you show me you are the silverback

And you hurt me so deeply, I don’t think that is care
which is odd, because bears don’t like leaders of a pack

I tried to stuff myself back together with needles and thread
but my eyes are leaking and my mouth stays taped

you want me to sit still and look like every other zombie-head
Mary wrote a book about me, in which I was monster-shaped

I wish you held me, consoled me, supported me and not like a ripped bear
because that is what it actually means to care