Exploring the themes of an estranged mother daughter relationship, this poem is a layered narrative of a daughters feelings towards her mother who she lately discovers is a sex worker or prostitute. She questions her mother's anger, hatred for herself and fears through a growing up teenager's perspective. Dealing with complicated emotions, this poem is a heart wrenching and eye-opening read in many ways.
‘ It is my fault to be your daughter,
I want to live with this sin.
“Why didn’t you die inside that womb?”
You ask me, raising my chin.
No answers I have for you,
Holding back rivers, I stand.
Raise my chin to meet your gaze,
Wondering at the freeze within.
Hatred for me, flows out in your words.
Sorrow in them, I trace.
‘Tis not anger that separates us.
This fear in your soul that segregates.
Every wrath you spare on me,
Every scorn you wreathe,
Binds my affection to your care;
Though wrapped in loathe, I feel.
For you have scars on your arms,
Burnt is your face; and Dare
Won’t you ever to raise a word
‘Gainst this devil despair.
Loneliness kills us both. Without your hand
Splashing on my face with anger and
Turmoil that the world leaves on you.
You never told me this but now I know.
Unknown faces you bring home each night,
Sell yourself to them and in your bone
That makes you hate me more inside.
But all this I now know, though you never told me so.
All I really want to know is:
Was is it the un-attachment or the fear that I would follow suite?
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