A daughter and her mother

Mon, 01/20/2020 - 16:26 -- Aripari

Today I’m here and tomorrow you are not. Do you remember why we fought? You’re right, I’m wrong; you didn’t give it another thought. You stand firm and strong, your faith can’t be bought. You say that you will always love me; and no matter what, I’m your child. But here is a thought, I know it’s wild. You say you love me, but you stripped away my identity. You treat my true self as an obscenity. Like the people you swear to protect me from, you deny who I really am. It truly seems like you don’t give a damn. I am more than just your child, I am your daughter.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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