Mothers

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It’s something of an out of body experience The first time you see Your mother Cry   It’s shocking.   For the first time it’s Not bright happy tears Or the sort that spring up
She told me that being strong meant to suffer.   And I couldn't possibly fathom her words, What mother, after all, tells her child to suffer?
These are my daughters of a broken heart.  
- it's me, your daughter. i don't know what to say to you anymore, because i feel like you've always been able to say it for me, the willows that didn't exist in our yard, the school buses that weren't made for me.
I would do anything Not to become my mother I would go anywhere Not to become my mother I would be anyone Not to become my mother  
She is a firefighter.    Putting her life before others.  Putting my life before others. Others don't understand.  Understanding can be difficult when they are apprehensive. 
 My mother is the strongest person  I know. She has done everything she can  to make my life the best one she can.  My father is  a conniving, sleazy, two-
I came from the moon- A crater left in the wake  Of a girl who couldn't stay still The changing faces of my father Trying to find the daughter he carved- Never content because he can't find me
20 years have now passed  and It’s hard to believe That the pain of the loss  is still there with me As strong as before  but with less memory But no less the desire though
we are people, not objects or products, not apologies or excusesoften dehumanized and abused, as if we are not your sisters, mothers and daughtersmen have the audacity to mistreat
  I wanna meet ya mother. And I wanna tell her how much I loved ya.
Mamá, I don’t want to be like you I don’t want to carry chains that restrain my arms from the sacred flight   I don’t want my eyes to get accustomed to the night and not see the light
Thank you for Proof of my fertility That's about it I will make him My priority. Not you through You got no authority You're just a sperm donor And an arrogant minority.
Once upon a time A mother tucked her little boy into bed. She sang him a lullaby, she kissed his head, She opened the window and slipped out the door Closing it quietly behind her.   Once upon a time
We know how this story goes, my friends- The Witch, the tower, the Prince in the end- Sometimes, a Dragon (just for a twist) Perched tippity top, which is shrouded in mist-
A part of me feels guilty.  
A girl's best friend isnt diamonds. It isnt money. Really it isnt anything materialistic A girl's best friend is her mother And a girl's worst enemy is her mother when she is a teen and feels she is nothing like her mother
I would not call my mother a meek woman. Maybe she was when she met my father. No—scratch that—my mother has never been a meek woman.  The look she gives when She catches you with your hands in the cookie jar,
Stretch mark poem : Women,You have nothing to be ashamed/embarrassed off..!
Does structured poetry convey the same emotional movement as slam poetry? Who am I to say, That a three lined haiku Doesn’t move one’s heart
Wasn’t it just night outside? I can feel the sun. Somehow I find myself again splayed on the couch SVU still muted on the screen.         Every morning starts like this, in blurred disarray
Gracious as the mother could feast her eyes upon something so preciousBut as the father was apathetic of the thought of fatherhood the vehement thought of engendering didn't precipitate a rush of bloodAnd before the daughter was conceived he disow
Do you think I forgot about you?...Never...You are my baby...I will always be your mami, baby. I will always continue to sing you lullabies from my heart into the wind.
I'm greedy;      I know it;           I quite like to show it And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy.   I give gifts.
Fathers, Teach them well 1.       Lose your hatred 2.       Lose your fear 3.       Fear of the other 4.       Fear of their ways 5.       Ways to win 6.       Ways to ruin
She works tirelessly through the afternoon. Forces down the sweet nectar of  fresh blossom, honey stomach full and thick.   She burrows her head in the hive, suffocated by the freckled cells,
A mother's duty is not oft sought out. Example-like demeanor, and impeccable wit, Is not always found in every creation. The requisite mental patients, And presentiment second nature,
She kept a roof over my head And made sure I stayed fed If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here My heart is where I hold her near   She gave me everything, her love, time, and advice.
I need OUT. I'm tierd of this STAY at HOME mom THING. I only have one child and a pup but I've had it. Why was it so easy before? when she was only a few months old and i would go to school with no trouble.
Tears stream down my faceIt's just me and you in this lonely placeYou are so stiff and so coldMy baby, its the last time you'll be in my holdMy darling, I dread to say, "I'm sorry you cannot stay.
My mother came to visit me todayAn hour and a half she would stayShe told me I was beautifulReminded me I was specialAnd so I wrote her a letterFor the things I should of said better
Telling me to go back to my country Won’t hurt me But it will hurt my family They suffered Walking Running Across an empty Desolate Hot desert No food Fear Death
i damn sure aint gon be no step daddy hell nah the fuck you think this is? aint no charity case this way i see them games that you play you got me fucked up thinkin ima take care of some other niggas problem
Or just Mom, Mama Come in different shapes But all have one thing in common They all invested nine plus months Of their life to bring a life into their life.
They told me, Sometime during your inception That I was given a gift  
Mommy always said
The first time I knew what love meant
Close your eyes, darling, For there they cannot harm.
My mother is the greatest She loves me with all her heart When its time to lie down to sleep she kisses me On the head and says "I love you more than anything in the world" See thats what mothers do
Mommy, please don't cry for me I'll be back before you know it. If I want to scream and cry and fuss, I promise I won't show it.   Leaving for college is hard, I know. The emptiness of my room heavy,
It's such a shame when the open palm that reached out for what you have,
A knife to my chest Or a gun to my head as i  breathe my last breath though  im already  dead Who cares if i die Or is this just satans lies its myself i despise All these tears i done cried
Today, I found myself  beaming today, happy, gleeful, and laughing. My heart swelled with pleasure. My eyes gleamed with awe.
You have shaped me, to who I am now, This is your wanted reward. You have succeeded your one solemn vow, And with your presence, bliss has soared.
would you miss me if i died? Would you stay up late at night if you knew today was my goodbye would you try when you woke because your the one who wished it on me would you try to call the next day
There's so much potential in a box of envelopes  So much power in monogrammed paper and a ballpoint pen  They're worth so much more than $13.99 at Office Depot in the end 
She does not know when to behave, never asked me if I am ok, criticizing and jabbing at my brain, the pounding heartbreaking pain. She knows there is someone to blame,
Trapped.  She is trapped with no way out. The fraction of hope that she contains is the only thing that is keeping her sane, if that is what she is. At this point, there is no doubt in her mind that he will return.
Drowning. She is drowning in the loneliness that is clouding her thoughts. When she thought. If she thought; she thinks she feel him, just in the back of her mindset.
Everybody has responsibilities to uphold... The question is though Do you uphold them to the fullest? Women! Babies are having babies and they give the responsibility to their moms
Mom as I write this I must thank you for gifting me life. Now I'm repaying you in the love I got for you. My endearment for you is the purest I respect you to the fullest. You enlightened me when I was clueless.
The one that takes the knowlege. The one who carried on. The wish of going to college, Is the fear that brings a dawn. I look upon others For the help to bring hope, But what of the mothers
I could never understand a mothers reason for leaving her child behind. But i guess it wasn't our season. I hope when we meet again mom and I hope when you hug me, I turn five in your arms all over again. 
I was little when she would park the car school-side Speaking to me like I understood
Great night for fireworks
I remember those last words she said to me, "I love you"
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses Your fear is soul crushing
Killer, the killers of innocent lives... Mothers that don't want to be Mothers'. Decisions to kill A life not wanted to be Still a mother nonetheless... Mother of a hopeful baby...
Love or lust the line wears thin It slinks and curves its way beyond its medium Freedom! yells those tied by this thick bramble of vine like string Til lust and love becomes one  
Growing up is scary Time keeps passing by
She would waddle to the kitchen for a snack while you would lie on her bladder Doctors told her she wasn't strong enough, she didn't care
Heres a story about a kid that got cauht up Living the life of a college student that he thought up He felt he was invincable in anything he did When one fine night life stepped upon his crib
  Mom, can we talk? Can I ask you a question? A question about a suggestion that was made by a man in the streets of Jerusalem. He stopped me on the street and stared at my bare feet forearms and knees,
Hold your children. If you are going to be shitty at least be consistent. The truth is important (but sometime you need to wait until someone asks).
At birth I held you. Through tears I hold you.
Sometimes it's hard to remember, All the reasons I should respect her, All the things she's done on my behalf, When she couldn't smile or even imagine a laugh, When I am angry and I've gone mad,
    Little Feet, Tiny Hands, Heart that Holds at Every Glance  , My love    youuomnfhagfihnsd       yououoyj jbhag em youy you   my mym   Mymummm        
Your heart beats in me Thumping, thumping You kick with your feet Thumping, thumping Drummer girl you dance Along in my womb You prance and dance To Lullaby's sung to you
We tiny seedsAre nurtured with loveMothers plant usWith shovels and gloves Mothers pull weedsFor more room to growAnd mount us to stakesTo lean on in snow
A beautiful glance mothers havea look that warms, comforts and calms,Encourages and embraces you in difficult times.
  What am I gonna do when you’re gone? Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song. So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Underappreciated. Underestimated. Taken for Granted. She is Amazing Wonderful Incredible, And certainly, The best possible fit For the job Than anybody else
Mama, I know when You look into my eyesYou see him.When my hand reached Over to hold yoursI knew why you never held them tight.My hands were aLittle replica of his.When my little hands
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
Your eyes scream at me, through the magazine. Are you happy? Do you think I cannot see the photo shopping of your human traits? People are picking and choosing what is the best side of you to sell to the world
I will change, you say But do you know what that means? Are you really a man? Go ahead, hit her again. Maybe she will stay. Maybe she will forgive you. No no, not this time!
My stomach clenches as I hear your fist warp the banister, sweaty fingers slide from the flaking painted-over rust, feet thudding like mismatched first steps, redundantly walking up
There is love, hate, happiness, bitterness Your lessons were heard, not grasped Until now there was no willingness to listen Until now I didn't realize that you were right You knew what you were talking about
These eyes are round gems black, I get lost in the looking. We do not speak. Our words, cut short, leave telling shadows pooling, staining the table cloth.
The stability of mother’s love- may it cripple one so? That withdrawn parallel, intimate she: cause endless dream of a lover’s retreat.
If I took a step back to a time where my mother was before my eyes I would never had guessed I would take such a road a road that is so dark and gloomy it becomes ordinary to ones eyes till finally smacked by my own reality a glimpse to the inside
Sitting high atop her perch Brunette locks fly across her somber eyes Gazing down from the tree tops Lights of crimson and white appear
My mother is a soldier
"But Mom, you're dead," When you meet in your dreams. Your eyes begin welling, hot and wet at the seams. For a moment in time, in a dream's snug deceit, thin, smokey angels hold you in sleep
There's a mother caring for her child, Who has the ability to calm the wild. Her strength is that of an ox tenfold, But she is calm, like a wind blown marigold.
There’s a star up in heaven for mother today. The star twinkles brightly to say she’s ok. She loved life completely and never let go. Now she’s singing in heaven and wants you to know That she misses you—sure
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