Poems

A mothers lie.

A mothers lie.
by. Clara Cecilia Cordero

Bitch, you say you know everything but you don't know me.
From your body I came like a parasite and now here I am like a pebble you find along your way.
But what you don't realize is that this pebble won't go away.
I fucking hate you. I barely tolerate you. The almost five hours we share a day become an excruciating pain on the back of my feet. Like when you buy new shoes, and the lacerated your soft skin and you have to tolerate until it wears off, yet you don't wear off, you won't break in, you won't stop hurting. And at the end of the day you'll go back to bed thinking you're the perfect mother. And the best part is that I let you believe it.

Task task task...

I feel only pity, anger and hate when it comes to you. I don't want to change.
I
Fucking
Hate
You
.

You deserve the pain, and you deserve the suffering. Now keep you stupid lies inside that shit hole you speak with. I hate you. I. Fucking. Hate. You.