Every time I asked you why
You would say I was a surprise.
I sometimes imagine that when
You looked at that stick, the two
Pink parallel lines staring up at you,
You put that stick in a little box
And had my dad open it up.
I imagine that you both cried
Out of excitement and celebrated
The sweet little surprise growing
In your stomach.
But you didn't did you? You looked
At that stick and you cried, not out
Of excitement but because the burden
Of failure you've been carrying
In your stomach since you were eighteen
Just got heavier. Sometimes when
You had really bad days you would scream
At me, telling me how much of a waste
Of space I was, that you wish
You never had me. On those
days , I would imagine how my life
Would be if that were true.
I was always happier than,
Imagining having any other
Mother but you.

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Poetry Portfolio
PuisiI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.