my mother despises and loves
me at the same time.
she always asks me why i am
not like our neighbor's child,
but at the same time,
prepares me a hot choco
to warm my stomach.
she calls me fat and ugly
but tells me i am the most beautiful.
i guess we are in need of longer
practice of parentese.
⸺practicing parentese
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crying over spilled milk
Poetrycrying over spilled milk is a series of poems that often forms a lump in my throat; aching and burning, waiting to be spoken. you can be upset, worried, or unhappy about something that cannot be changed.
