Dear Mother,

A final letter from a Child to their Mother

Let me write to you now, so I won’t have to later.

This little letter 

Encased in the most delicate of paper

Will be the last thing sent

From your most glorified hater.

You raised me to be something.

Not someone. Something.

An object. A tool.

I wasn’t a child to you. I never was, 

Was I?

A money bank. That’s what I was.

Look. I’m not stupid. I’m not naive.

I’m definitely not your cute little steed.

I know my worth. I know my desires.

I am what I make myself to be. 

And to myself, I was free.

But to you? 

I was a temporary nuisance. 

You saw not my potential, but my worth.

And worth for you is measured in numbers.

I wonder

how many digits you see in me?

As a child who gawked at the world of art in glee?

You substituted function for glamour

And you resolved everything unpleasant

With anger.

You give me more reasons to resent

Than to love, more spite than spirit.

I have no reason to be indebted to you.

As you so believe I will ever bow to you.

Oh, I apologize for my rudeness.

You certainly taught me better, didn’t you?

My demands are what matters,

I’m speaking with a tone that haggles

Like the one you use when we leave the house

To hop store to store like thieving badgers.

You’re an embarrassment, you know. I hate 

To have to tell you so. 

As the child suffering what one would call

An entitled parent,

I wasn’t really aware this was r slash on Reddit. 

You are what we all type two fun,

Absolutely insufferable in the moment

But a great gag by the end of it.

I wish to believe you loved me.

I’m sure you did, but

You weren’t looking at me.

I don’t want to be seen as

Some fuel for your greed.

And I pity my father. Really, I do. 

He married under the pressure

Of old age and youth.

He wanted a family.

He wanted to be happy.

But he bound his life and work

To a bitchy little harpy.

So I say again and bid

You goodnight.

This final letter will be set alight.

The name I so despised,

The mold I failed to fit in,

I’ll change it all for a world 

That can be forgiven.

And the world I seek

Is one where I no longer weep.