Poem #151

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You developed me into everything I am. Mother how could you hate the thing you created. How could you curse out the body I was given when you grew it inside of you. How can I be the worst thing ever created when you created it. How come you blame me for the man you married. Why do you hate me for being angry when you married an angry man. Don't you see parts of me in you, is that why you hate me so much. The naiveness, the pettiness, the constant need to be good, the letting everyone use me, the only falling for men who remind us of our fathers, the hating our selves these are all traits I got from you. Mother how could you hate me when I am you.

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