I'm Still Me, Mum
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this life
it’s jovial, isn’t it ?
sprouted with his anger, his disbelief, his lack of acceptance
but her
her i relied on. poor timing, Care not-needed for her at that moment perhaps, the Care was needed from me
and her acceptance
i got it then and there
that year or the following one perhaps
and his
it came
first a stream, a trickle of being
then a gushing geyser
it came
he came-
around
but now her
her again
all my reliance
in her, from the beginning
from the stream
depleted
withered
his sprouted anger wasted
for her sprouting sorrow only grew in my-ignorance
oh maybe not ignorance
as so much
a lack of acceptance
that’s irony
for now she cries, she weeps, she mourns
‘that daughter is a son’
and i tell her moreover
i haven’t changed
same personality, same likes and dislikes, same star sign, same ‘humour’
but here comes the lack of acceptance
and so i whisper
into the night
aim at my now grey-walled room
i haven’t changed
but she’s made me doubt it now
i know i have not
but her perspective
change yes
changed.