Mama, you are so far
We’ve been apart
The years went by, I hoped that you would understand.
You never will see me, mama
I know that now, I will keep hiding
From you.
One day we will all be dust, and I hope no more, I wish not
For understanding
From you.
Mama, I have strayed from the path.
If only you could have too,
But your upbringing wouldn’t allow it.
And did mine?
Confessions are the tools that allow regrets to spawn.
You slaved your life away
Confused, and endlessly hoping to be whole.
You should hope no more.
They chopped you up, mama.
They took it all out.
Your uterus
Your ovaries
Your breast is covered in scars.
You live in fear, thinking you are facing it.
They mutilated you, mama.
Us women, we are always alone.
I heard it in a black-and-white movie. It must be true.
Mama, my mama
If only I could hold you like a child
And keep you safe just for a while.
Instead you smile through that sadness of yours
While singing jolly songs during our facetime,
Miles away from the granddaughter that will one day
Ache
For understanding
From
Me.
donika emille 