All the things I'd say to my mother | spoken word poetry

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  • Опубликовано: 12 сен 2024
  • a short letter, a poem, a long gratitude note, a different kind of surprise present for my mum. International Women's Day is when I'd like everyone to share all the appreciation for the women who raised us and love us unconditionally.
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    she’s been home to me like
    no other place I’ve been to
    where I used to hang my belongings on the walls
    inside her
    my blood cells were all over
    her inner walls
    she let me in
    like a parasite, I was eating her from the inside
    she didn’t mind
    and no book teaches you how
    to say thank you to your mother for that
    this is why I’ve never told her
    “thank you for letting me
    eat out of you.
    eat you.
    take things away from you I wasn’t probably entitled to.”
    no book teaches you how to be all independent
    without hurting your mother
    I told her
    she doesn’t need to do so many things for me
    because I wanted her to feel
    more like
    my best friend. but now I understand
    why she felt offended:
    she wants to my mother. she wants
    to be a mother who cooks and cleans
    and irons bed sheets for her daughter
    I know I cannot take this away from her
    as I carelessly took away
    her blood cells 23 years ago.
    I want to say to my mother she is more than this:
    I forget but
    she is also a daughter. a friend. a wife
    and above all, she is a woman
    and she was a girl too
    I forget these things
    too easily. and probably she does too
    she is talented at keeping things alive
    plants. pets
    myself. the appearance
    of a flawless family so alive it hurts
    I’m not
    my plants die
    and I think I could’ve made a list of all the cats
    I could’ve starved if she agreed of buying me one
    she is also good at giving birth
    embroideries. a homey place
    myself
    I am envious on my mother’s body
    everything I felt for the first time was inside the womb
    hearing, loving, being surprised.
    she was my home and then
    I moved in my body and this
    became home. I had no clue
    about home décor whatsoever
    and I was looking for anything else
    but parts of myself to reassemble.
    probably she did the same.
    in the end
    I forgive you, my warmest home.
    and I want you to take great care of yourself.
    I know I can take care of myself -
    when I was inside you, you taught me that.

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