You are supposed to be a mother. You carried life in your womb, you delivered a baby into this world. An innocent being who didn't ask to be here, but is here anyways. Because of your choices.
You should be encouraging me, but instead you beat me down. You make me feel like a failure to cover up your shortcomings.
Well Fuck you. Fuck YOU. I will no longer bite my tongue! I will no longer let your comments slide through my mind like poison tipped daggers; your words will not choke my heart like thorns. I will retaliate. I will not stand for this. You are pushing me away, pushing me away to leave & go back to where I could provide. You call yourself a grandmother but you favor one grandchild over the other. Your favorite grandchild is my reason to hesitate in my desire to leave. But every day you continue with your barrage of insults & jabs. Do you feel better now? Do you feel like a decent mother? You shouldn't. Because I know your claims about your parenting prowess are false.
Stop beating me down, because I will climb to the top,
& you will be my stepping stool.
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Healing Through Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poems I've written over the past two years... they may not be 100% in order; I apologize. There are poems about abuse & sexual assault but I will put trigger warnings in front of those. These are poems about my life.
