My Mother Who
My mother unknowingly inspired me to write.
This poem is dedicated to her.
My mom. My former best friend.
The same mother who let me get bruised and bullied
For five long years.
My mother who told me horror stories of rape and molestation
When she wasn’t cautious of my own history.
My mother who stood in the kitchen raising her middle finger high and
Chanting “fuck you, fuck you!”, at my father.
Tears running down my face as she continued to scream.
My mother who took the medicine Mucinex with a heavy hand.
The same mom who would wake me up at four in the morning
and tell me lies about my father when she ran out of her drug.
The same mother that committed adultery eight times.
The same mother that subjected me to R rated movies at a young age.
The same mother who attacked my sister as I watched.
My mother who rejected me every time I reached out to her.
My mother who blames me for not visiting her.
My mother who I am terrified of.
Terrified of becoming her.
The same mother that I own everything to.
My mother who made me who I am.