Poem 7: "Mother"

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Mother.
You hate it when I call you that.
Such a cruel torture to be called 
Mother.

You say
it makes me look like I'm trying to
suck up to you.
Like it's some sort of
"Mommy Dearest".

Mother,
can't you see I don't try to
suck up to you?
Can't you see
you aren't Mommy Dearest.
And instead you are
Mother?

You want . .
Mama, Mommy, Mom.
But, no.
Mother.
You are
Mother.

I love you,
Mother.

I hear you,
Mother.

But most of all . .
You are
my mother.

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