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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