Mothers
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May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowersMay is the month of all Mothers.
No you're not.
No it didn't.
No you don't.
I can't handle that.
I can't deal with you right now.
You are ten years old.
I'm sure you're just exaggerating, she's not that mean.
Because three times of confrontation is not enough
Because your marriage is not enough
Because your daughter isn't enough
To those who handed me the paintbrush
to craft a mind of my own
In a world that's rich in color,
To those who spoke up in the quietest room,
To those who heard me suffer in silence,
Once the child comes,
Mother's out of strength,
But her soul aligned with her baby,
That's mother's love
You taught me to fly without the wings
You made me grow with all the springs
You created a little world just for me
When I was scared to let the world see
You cradled all my cries
It’s something of an out of body experience
The first time you see
Your mother
Cry
It’s shocking.
For the first time it’s
Not bright happy tears
Or the sort that spring up
She told me that being strong meant to suffer.
And I couldn't possibly fathom her words,
What mother, after all, tells her child to suffer?
- it's me, your daughter.
i don't know what to say to you anymore,
because i feel like you've always been able to say it for me,
the willows that didn't exist in our yard,
the school buses that weren't made for me.
I would do anything
Not to become my mother
I would go anywhere
Not to become my mother
I would be anyone
Not to become my mother
She is a firefighter.
Putting her life before others.
Putting my life before others.
Others don't understand.
Understanding can be difficult when they are apprehensive.
My mother
is the strongest person
I know.
She has done everything
she can
to make my life
the best one
she can.
My father is
a conniving,
sleazy,
two-
I came from the moon-
A crater left in the wake
Of a girl who couldn't stay still
The changing faces of my father
Trying to find the daughter he carved-
Never content because he can't find me
20 years have now passed
and It’s hard to believe
That the pain of the loss
is still there with me
As strong as before
but with less memory
But no less the desire though
we are people, not objects or products, not apologies or excusesoften dehumanized and abused, as if we are not your sisters, mothers and daughtersmen have the audacity to mistreat
Mamá,
I don’t want to be like you
I don’t want to carry chains
that restrain my arms
from the sacred flight
I don’t want my eyes
to get accustomed to the night
and not see the light
Thank you for
Proof of my fertility
That's about it
I will make him
My priority.
Not you through
You got no authority
You're just a sperm donor
And an arrogant minority.
Once upon a time
A mother tucked her little boy into bed.
She sang him a lullaby, she kissed his head,
She opened the window and slipped out the door
Closing it quietly behind her.
Once upon a time
We know how this story goes, my friends-
The Witch, the tower, the Prince in the end-
Sometimes, a Dragon (just for a twist)
Perched tippity top, which is shrouded in mist-
A girl's best friend isnt diamonds. It isnt money. Really it isnt anything materialistic
A girl's best friend is her mother
And a girl's worst enemy is her mother when she is a teen and feels she is nothing like her mother
I would not call my mother a meek woman.
Maybe she was when she met my father.
No—scratch that—my mother has never been a meek woman.
The look she gives when
She catches you with your hands in the cookie jar,
Stretch mark poem : Women,You have nothing to be ashamed/embarrassed off..!
Does structured poetry convey the same emotional movement as slam poetry?
Who am I to say,
That a three lined haiku
Doesn’t move one’s heart
Wasn’t it just night outside?
I can feel the sun.
Somehow I find myself again
splayed on the couch
SVU still muted on the screen.
Every morning starts like this,
in blurred disarray
Gracious as the mother could feast her eyes upon something so preciousBut as the father was apathetic of the thought of fatherhood the vehement thought of engendering didn't precipitate a rush of bloodAnd before the daughter was conceived he disow
Do you think I forgot about you?...Never...You are my baby...I will always be your mami, baby. I will always continue to sing you lullabies from my heart into the wind.
I'm greedy;
I know it;
I quite like to show it
And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy
Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy.
I give gifts.
Fathers, Teach them well
1. Lose your hatred
2. Lose your fear
3. Fear of the other
4. Fear of their ways
5. Ways to win
6. Ways to ruin
She works tirelessly through the afternoon.
Forces down the sweet nectar of
fresh blossom, honey stomach full and thick.
She burrows her head in the hive,
suffocated by the freckled cells,
A mother's duty is not oft sought out.
Example-like demeanor, and impeccable wit,
Is not always found in every creation.
The requisite mental patients,
And presentiment second nature,
She kept a roof over my head
And made sure I stayed fed
If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here
My heart is where I hold her near
She gave me everything, her love, time, and advice.
I need OUT.
I'm tierd of this STAY at HOME mom THING.
I only have one child and a pup but I've had it.
Why was it so easy before?
when she was only a few months old and i would go to school with no trouble.
Tears stream down my faceIt's just me and you in this lonely placeYou are so stiff and so coldMy baby, its the last time you'll be in my holdMy darling, I dread to say, "I'm sorry you cannot stay.
My mother came to visit me todayAn hour and a half she would stayShe told me I was beautifulReminded me I was specialAnd so I wrote her a letterFor the things I should of said better
Telling me to go back to my country
Won’t hurt me
But it will hurt my family
They suffered
Walking
Running
Across an empty
Desolate
Hot desert
No food
Fear
Death
i damn sure aint gon be no step daddy
hell nah the fuck you think this is?
aint no charity case this way
i see them games that you play
you got me fucked up thinkin ima take care of some other niggas problem
Or just Mom, Mama
Come in different shapes
But all have one thing in common
They all invested nine plus months
Of their life to bring a life into their life.
My mother is the greatest
She loves me with all her heart
When its time to lie down to sleep she kisses me
On the head and says "I love you more than anything in the world"
See thats what mothers do
Mommy, please don't cry for me
I'll be back before you know it.
If I want to scream and cry and fuss,
I promise I won't show it.
Leaving for college is hard, I know.
The emptiness of my room heavy,
A knife to my chest
Or a gun to my head
as i breathe my last breath
though im already dead
Who cares if i die
Or is this just satans lies
its myself i despise
All these tears i done cried
Today, I found myself beaming today, happy, gleeful, and laughing. My heart swelled with pleasure. My eyes gleamed with awe.
You have shaped me, to who I am now,
This is your wanted reward.
You have succeeded your one solemn vow,
And with your presence, bliss has soared.
would you miss me if i died? Would you stay up late at night
if you knew today was my goodbye
would you try when you woke
because your the one who wished it on me
would you try to call the next day
There's so much potential in a box of envelopes
So much power in monogrammed paper and a ballpoint pen
They're worth so much more than $13.99 at Office Depot in the end
She does not know when to behave,
never asked me if I am ok,
criticizing and jabbing at my brain,
the pounding heartbreaking pain.
She knows there is someone to blame,
Trapped.
She is trapped with no way out.
The fraction of hope that she contains is the only thing that is keeping her sane, if that is what she is.
At this point, there is no doubt in her mind that he will return.
Drowning.
She is drowning in the loneliness that is clouding her thoughts.
When she thought.
If she thought;
she thinks she feel him, just in the back of her mindset.
Everybody has responsibilities to uphold...
The question is though
Do you uphold them to the fullest?
Women!
Babies are having babies and they give the responsibility to their moms
Mom as I write this I must thank you for gifting me life.
Now I'm repaying you in the love I got for you.
My endearment for you is the purest I respect you to the fullest.
You enlightened me when I was clueless.
The one that takes the knowlege.
The one who carried on.
The wish of going to college,
Is the fear that brings a dawn.
I look upon others
For the help to bring hope,
But what of the mothers
I could never understand a mothers reason for leaving her child behind. But i guess it wasn't our season. I hope when we meet again mom and I hope when you hug me, I turn five in your arms all over again.
I was little when she would park the car school-side
Speaking to me like I understood
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
Killer, the killers of innocent lives...
Mothers that don't want to be
Mothers'. Decisions to kill
A life not wanted to be
Still a mother nonetheless...
Mother of a hopeful baby...
Love or lust the line wears thin
It slinks and curves its way beyond its medium
Freedom! yells those tied by this thick bramble of vine like string
Til lust and love becomes one
She would waddle to the kitchen for a snack while you would lie on her bladder
Doctors told her she wasn't strong enough, she didn't care
Heres a story about a kid that got cauht up
Living the life of a college student that he thought up
He felt he was invincable in anything he did
When one fine night life stepped upon his crib
Mom, can we talk?
Can I ask you a question?
A question about a suggestion that was made by a man in the streets of Jerusalem. He stopped me on the street and stared at my bare feet forearms and knees,
Hold your children.
If you are going to be shitty at least be consistent.
The truth is important (but sometime you need to wait until someone asks).
Sometimes it's hard to remember,
All the reasons I should respect her,
All the things she's done on my behalf,
When she couldn't smile or even imagine a laugh,
When I am angry and I've gone mad,
Little Feet, Tiny Hands, Heart that Holds at Every Glance , My love youuomnfhagfihnsd yououoyj jbhag em youy you my mym Mymummm
Your heart beats in me
Thumping, thumping
You kick with your feet
Thumping, thumping
Drummer girl you dance
Along in my womb
You prance and dance
To Lullaby's sung to you
We tiny seedsAre nurtured with loveMothers plant usWith shovels and gloves
Mothers pull weedsFor more room to growAnd mount us to stakesTo lean on in snow
A beautiful glance mothers havea look that warms, comforts and calms,Encourages and embraces you in difficult times.
What am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song.
So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
Underappreciated.
Underestimated.
Taken for
Granted.
She is
Amazing
Wonderful
Incredible,
And certainly,
The best possible fit
For the job
Than anybody else
Mama, I know when You look into my eyesYou see him.When my hand reached Over to hold yoursI knew why you never held them tight.My hands were aLittle replica of his.When my little hands
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
I will change, you say
But do you know what that means?
Are you really a man?
Go ahead, hit her again.
Maybe she will stay.
Maybe she will forgive you.
No no, not this time!
My stomach clenches as I hear your fist warp the banister,
sweaty fingers slide from the flaking painted-over rust,
feet thudding like mismatched first steps,
redundantly walking up
There is love, hate, happiness, bitterness
Your lessons were heard, not grasped
Until now there was no willingness to listen
Until now I didn't realize that you were right
You knew what you were talking about
These eyes are round gems
black, I get lost in the looking.
We do not speak.
Our words, cut short,
leave telling shadows
pooling, staining the table cloth.
The stability of mother’s love-
may it cripple one so?
That withdrawn parallel, intimate she:
cause endless dream of a lover’s retreat.
If I took a step back to a time where my mother was before my eyes I would never had guessed I would take such a road a road that is so dark and gloomy it becomes ordinary to ones eyes till finally smacked by my own reality a glimpse to the inside
Sitting high atop her perch
Brunette locks fly across her somber eyes
Gazing down from the tree tops
Lights of crimson and white appear
"But Mom, you're dead," When you meet in your dreams.
Your eyes begin welling, hot and wet at the seams.
For a moment in time, in a dream's snug deceit,
thin, smokey angels hold you in sleep
There's a mother caring for her child,
Who has the ability to calm the wild.
Her strength is that of an ox tenfold,
But she is calm, like a wind blown marigold.
There’s a star up in heaven for mother today.
The star twinkles brightly to say she’s ok.
She loved life completely and never let go.
Now she’s singing in heaven and wants you to know
That she misses you—sure
