It’s hard, being born a daughter!
Sometimes I want to resent my mother,
But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect her
From everything she’s been through,
The things, we didn’t talk through,
No one should live this, though.
When I was younger I thought:
« I’ll never be this bitter »
I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that up from that book
My cool friend gave me I wanted to be like her, not her
It never occurred to me, She was her too, a human full of doubts.
I understand it now better,
My mom was never even bitter,
But I was, trying to look thougher.
I wonder how, since adolescence
I never resorted to violence
Towards others
I wished I were like my sister
She never considered whether it was fair
Or not
But she thought like me That everyone was dumb
And went on with her life
I wish I wasn’t such a people pleaser
In a way I will always resent her,
For not being able to be her.
I used to be so ashamed
Of that feeling
None once I thought of my mother,
As a human being
I didn’t realise she was like me.
As a grew up,
I started seeing
My mother,
My father,
In the looking glass
And I understood
That love didn’t mean to be absolute
But accepting the flaws
You once saw
As their tribute
I am like every mother;
My mother’s daughter.
I share the generational anger,
Against what was taken from her
Her Mother,
Her Grandmother
And all women, ever.
Copyright Barbara Ferreres – 2024 – no reproduction permitted without the author’s written consent
Author: Barbara Ferreres
I’m an eatherable mass belonging to nowhere (better known as Barbara Ferreres) and the unreliable narrator of its own descent into the margins of society. It’s not that badn you should come and grab a tea sometimes. I love working with people, email me at tombelapluiepoetry@gmail.com. I would love it!
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