what my mother taught me
I knew anger better than anything
because I learned from my mother's palm.
She hasn't hit me in years, but
when she raises her voice,
I am six years old again, scared, being taught not
to trust the only person you're supposed to.
There will always be a tender spot in my heart for loving her
because the thing about the people who raise you
is that a little bit of them stays with you, and
I will learn to love myself,
even the parts that are really my mother.
[ahh, nervous to post this ,, it's been a looong while since i wrote anything, and this is my first time posting my writing, especially something that feels personal , but . thanks for reading anyway !! ]
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