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A Mother

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A mother cares, nurture, and protects their kids
A mother’s love is known to be nothing from this world
And thanks to you, I experienced what it is like to have a mother
However it wasn’t the crystal blue skies that were promised

It was poisonous smog that took my sight of worth and infected my thoughts
Wrapping me up into a mummy tomb of demands dressed up as attention
It was mirror shards stabbing your own insecurities and opinions into my core
Stuffing me into the doll you play make believed with

A mother’s care shown by hands tearing out moments of joy and glory from my pages as they didn’t match the cover
A mother’s nurture shown by an stick and rubber bands holding me straight in hopes I start growing normal
A mother’s protection shown by microphones screech every-time I didn't read script I can't see
A mother’s love that I can not compare to anything from this world

And now, I littered with scars from it on my skin and soul
Using blood and pain as food to hold off an insatiable beast that threatens to devour me whole
The lost child I was haunts the corpse of my adult’s body they were forced into
Alone with nothing more than broken pieces of the past and myself

I use to think that one day, I could forgive what a mother can do
One day, I could forgive every time you made me fall and kicked while I was down
One day, I could forgive everything I went through and everything that changed who I am
But now I know that this lifetime will not have that day

Notes:

Double post today and this one might be the second oldest poem I wrote that I still have. It's been edited different times from when I made it for high school. I know I have a good mom compared to some other people so I can't complain. That doesn't mean I can't write about it.

Funny story about the having written this for high school thing actual, the teacher put every students' poem on the wall in the classroom and left it there for days if not weeks. I didn't know the teacher would do that when I wrote the version I submitted so it was a very stressful and nerve-wrecking thing to find out when I walking in one period. Oops on my part.

Anyways, thank you for reading all of this if you did and hope you have a good halloween tomorrow if you celebrate.

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