Dear, Mom. Love, B.

Dear, Mom. Love, B.

A Poem by Empress Ophelia

Dear mom,


People say I look familiar

Like they see you in my eyes

But only when I get angry.


The anger lies keep inside of my veins and it all started when you grabbed my fingertips and told me that I did this to myself.

But how can I  do this all myself?

I'm a child.

My blood was supposed to be bright

Purples, yellows, and greens.


You fed me the soup that turned my blood bright red

You know,

When it burns the edge of your tongue because you put too much pepper.

I never said anything about it

You’re not supposed to say anything about it.

I’m sorry mom, I am not trying to be rude.


I’m sorry for pretending like every rock was a meteorite.

But the rocks in my world were much larger than they were in yours.

I swear I got hit by one.

You never believed me because you didn't see the raw flesh on my body.

But I swear. it was there

It was there but you did not bother to see past my shadow.


I’m sorry for the Liquor that was wasted when you poured my only friend down the drain and sent me to a dog house,

By this I mean my home.

A place where I could fix all my problems,

Because nobody could change you but yourself.


But mom,

Didn’t you say I have your freckles and your lips?

Or the birthmark on my right cheek?

You have that too, don't you?

So help me.

You’re supposed to be apart of me.


Christmas time is my favorite

Dad talks s**t about you, but I sit there and laugh.

I laugh, because, well…

I am YOU.


As my mind grows stronger

I see myself as your daughter

I told you that I would be okay mom.

You just needed to trust me.


And I know that even if you burn my skin with your words that you will be back to bandage them back together.

For me that is love.

Tough Love.


I see the wrinkles on my forehead

They look like yours mom.





© 2018 Empress Ophelia


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So powerful. I feel the weight that comes with mixing your identity with someone else's, of confusing the lines between you and them, because of how clearly you painted this picture.
The 3rd stanza took me out of the story a little- there was nothing for me to latch on to- but I was quickly pulled back in.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Empress Ophelia

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your message! I will see what other people's comments and it will probably req.. read more



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So powerful. I feel the weight that comes with mixing your identity with someone else's, of confusing the lines between you and them, because of how clearly you painted this picture.
The 3rd stanza took me out of the story a little- there was nothing for me to latch on to- but I was quickly pulled back in.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Empress Ophelia

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your message! I will see what other people's comments and it will probably req.. read more

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