I would just like to ask
Mom,
How could you cradle an infant,
wide-eyed and innocent,
untouched by the dark tendrils of grief,
Untainted by the dark pollution of society
and think.
'I want to leave you alone.
Like a seal in an ocean
full of killer whales'
What kind of woman
looks down at the face
of a daughter
she created and thinks
'I do not want the task
of protecting you
from the monsters
hiding underneath your bed.'
how much hatred
do you have to harbor
to hold my gaze
and think.
'I am an artist
and you are not good enough
to hold any part
of my creation.'
YOU ARE READING
I Love You.
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