The Person I Never Wanted To Be
The world seemed to go on, the sky remained blue the grass greener than ever
But momma went missing
Silence filled the house, so deafening it hurt our ears
We learned to muffle our steps and not to make noise
A darkness curtained everywhere we stepped
It hurt our eyes it was so dark
We taught ourselves not to carelessly leave pieces of us around, so maybe we would be safe from the dark
Sometimes there would be these monstrous noises
The whole house would shake
Strange voices and faces took over our home
The strangers spoke too softly, and hugged us too often
They took all the oxygen
We learned to live without taking a single breath
I was told too many times “how brave I was for being 9”
I wasn’t brave, I was scared of the dark and still slept with a night light
Most of all I was never as scared as at that moment
Momma where did you go?
Daddy was gone forever
And momma went missing
Momma came back
But she wasn’t the same
She didn’t feel the same, her skin felt rough
No longer was she soft to the touch
She sounded different
No longer her voice soothing and relaxed
Every breath she took quavered, every word spoken tumbled
She didn’t smell the same
No longer had a rich perfume filled our noses as we fell into her warm embrace
Instead we breathed in sour, scentless air
She didn’t look the same
No longer was she so vibrant that she lit the room
Instead what stood was a dim, shapeless figure
Momma came back but she wasn’t our momma
Momma was here, but she wasn’t our momma
I became a momma
I had no clue how to be a momma
Sometimes I would go missing like momma
I wanted to be as free as the birds in the sky and fly far away
But I couldn’t fly away and I could never be gone for too long
My sisters needed a momma
I wasn’t supposed to be a momma
Momma wasn’t momma, I was momma
To be the new momma
I learned to be soft to the touch
I learned to speak soothingly and relaxed
I even learned to smell nice
I ironed out every nook and cranny of what a momma should never be
All these things I learned
I forgot who I was
I didn’t like being a momma
As the new momma
I could no longer callous my hands on the monkey bars with the other girls
I had to keep my hands soft for my sister so when they came crying I could be there momma
I could no longer skip rope till the lights came on in the neighborhood
For the fear that it may become too late and there would be no dinner on the table
I could no longer play house
It became my reality
I wasn’t me I was a momma
I hated being a momma
I hated the other kids with a momma that smiled and didn’t cry all the time
I hated that their daddy got to live on earth with them and always got to see them
I hated that my daddy lived in heaven without us and I only got to see him in my dreams
I hated waking up for bitter reality patiently waited for me
I hated my sisters for not being able to take care of themselves
I hated how they wouldn’t help me and got to play
I hated how I felt that way about my sisters
But most of all I hated who I was
In a beautiful world I wasn’t I