Dear Mother

Dear Mommy,

I sprung from your womb as a blessing from your ripen

Your arms were my first home

The walls you’d built protected me from the sins of the unjust

The first woman I’ll love

The lord gave me your features bolding them with youthfulness

Giving me the same face my father fell in love with years prior

The same face he would grow to hate once you left

Dear Mom,

You were my first heartbreak

Trust me the guy that say he “loves” me, could never hurt me as much as you did

You changed your address and took everything

My happiness, my trust, my smile

His happiness, his trust

His LOVE

He look at the features of my face and see hate

He see the mistake of loving someone who wasn’t ready to be loved

He constantly screams “You will be just like her!”

Dear Mother,

I have cried so many times

I have cutted my thighs until my legs were red

I have grown a grudge for the man you left

I have so many insecurities because…

… if I wasn't good enough for my mother to stay

How will I ever be good enough?

Dear Kelly,

As we rekindle this fragile relationship

I will remember to forgive

I will remember to smile

I will remember that you are human

I will remember I am not inevitable

And I will break down

But I will heal

Because I am the blessing of your ripen

Inheriting your features and your willingness