Part Of The Rebuilding ProcessA Poem by therisaHow this day, 7 years ago, altered my life."Hell will have to freeze over, and you have to crawl on your hands and knees, before I will even think of forgiving you." My mom July 2, 2006. As a child You taught me To respect and honour My elders. Even though You gave birth And raised me You will never be My mom. Rather Rhymes with Witch. I know This insults All female dogs Who have lived Are living And will be living. And thus I seek their forgiveness. For you have Taught me Two more lessons To feel shame and hate About myself. Lessons Which I took to heart Over the years. Slowly Killing myself With each breathe I took. Until that fateful day When you exposed Your true inner self. Forcing me To realize How corrupt and empty My life was For the previous 36 year. Even now Seven years later I still struggle To see the real person Whom I am. As I detoxify My negative self-image And non-existence Self-esteem By one painful day At time. Rebuilding a healthier And wiser woman In the place Of the soul dead child You raised. © 2013 therisa |
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Added on July 3, 2013 Last Updated on July 3, 2013 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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