By letterA Poem by Kristin
The day I was born
You were deemed A mother. When I learned My first words You were named Mommy Through fits of never ending laughter When i turned 10 I was double digits A big kid now. I decided it would be more appropiate So now You were named Mom. But I got older And even that Was sifted Through clenched teeth and every memory As mother, Mommy, Mom Was ripped out of my throat With fists As bruised and rugged as mine I felt every letter Being torn out As is was dragged out of my throat And across my tongue Leaving a burning trail Of mistook memories And even saying your name Pulls a wretching out And I feel My flesh ripping So when you hear Mother Mommy Mom You can know its not Coming from me.
© 2014 Kristin |
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