A mother’s hurtful words
Remembered better than any prayer
Learn quickly
For your fate is in her hands
What a way to find
Your little soul is ******

Since second I was born you showered me with love
Made sure I was aware how adoring you were of
Michael and I
We were apples of your eye
Just wish I would have known how quick the days would pass by

Putting on the smile in the morning that is my makeup.
Putting on joy and confidence as my clothing.
I do it for my children.
They don't need to know it's only skin deep.
I will make myself into whatever they need to have the childhood I longed for.

Did you see yourself somewhere else—
anywhere else—
before I came along?

I wish I could ask without breaking,
without fearing the answer—
but all I can do is hope
that if I was the detour,
I was worth the journey.

My mother is one of the nicest people you'll meet
with her you'll never go hungry with nothing to eat
My mother is no saint but she is a hero to me at least
like a hero she gives up what she needs to save
The 'city'
from harm, that city is my family
who seems to be forever needy
My mother is a boulder. she is no rock
in a sea of pebbles she stands the tallest in my eyes,
This sea of pebbles seems to swallow her whole;
MY mother is strong like no other the things she's endured makes
me, not want to think..
it hurts me to be mean to this sweet loving being,
I seem to forget it's her first time living too
things make me so blue but not as much as this Woman
I call my MOTHER!
for she lights this dark tunnel but her candle is burning out
maybe she doesn't notice but I do, the tired feeling weighing
on your shoulders is strong but with a mom like mine it doesn't feel as heavy as before. I'm sorry mama I forget you were once a child lost in the blue
the memories I make with you leave me feeling so lucky and I'm reminded
i'm so grateful to have you
<3

M se premye mo ki sòt nan bouch tout bebe
M se premye mo nan alfabet, nan lang ti bebe
Se pa lèt a, ki sòti an premye nan bouch yon ti bebe
Kap di m, ma, manman, mom, mummy, mother, mama
Mère, kom nan manmi, madre,  mae, ma mère, mamma
M se 13 zièm lèt nan alfabèt laten
Se la ke lang romans yo komanse
Kòm franse, panyòl, italyen, pòtugè
M se yon lèt enpòtan pour la santé, la paix
La vie, le bonheur, les fleurs et le sapin
Nou kontan pou nou fete tout manman
Mèsi a tout fanm, manman se la pè e la jwa.

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my mom isn't like other moms but she was once like other children

i like to imagine her:
laughing with friends,
begging to go shopping,
doing homework,
dancing at sleepovers,
braiding her hair,
fixing her lipgloss,
gossiping with her best friend,
falling asleep in class,
painting her nails

i think of her happy
a little more like me

i like to ignore how
she was bad at giving hugs because of how bony she was,
she couldn't take me to the park because she was too weak,
she was always covered in bruises,
she couldn't buy new clothes because we were poor,
she couldn't stay awake during a movie,
she had pill bottles scattered around her room.

i wonder how she imagined her own life as a child.
three kids, an abusive boyfriend, no money, and addicted to drugs?
probably something a little more brighter.

she once told me
she wished she was strong enough to be the right kind of mother