I am the flower that grows at my mother's grave
The fruit she'd give her life to bear
Pouring her soul into her womb
Her tears are a badge that I wear
I am the bird that rests upon her blackened branches
While her roots are rotten with rage
Trapped in a tree that men have scorched
She tells me to fly far from this cage
I am the star that burns on her darkest nights
Leading the sun to her sky
Because you know the world must be ending
Once your mother starts to cry
I am the angel that breaks the sky with her wings
When they tell her how far she can go
A reflection of a woman's strength
Because she taught me all that I know
I am the flower that grows at my mother's grave
The fruit of her heart and soul
Pouring her power into her womb
She is a fire, and I am her coal.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Written in Red
PuisiA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
