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When she’s too scared to agree and too polite to fight me on something “Go away, when you can, move far from this country,” my mother tells me She thinks I’m too radical for the borders I was born in She thinks I have too much fight in me to hold my tongue in She fears maybe she’ll see an example made of me
My mother is not without her flaws And I see where she gets it When I look at her mother, I turn back to my own I am faced with a younger woman, young and scared and too much like me And worse I am embittered by my own empathy
Because that is empathy I was never taught to show myself That is compassion I waited for like a dog at the foot of her bed That is love I still find hard to give the girl in the mirror Because I wish she would see me and find someone worth loving But she sees the potential of being loved instead
Because that is what I keep finding myself to be Someone who can do well and be liked Someone who can be pleasant company With just enough work and effort put in Someone that can of love be made worthy
When our throats are raw from screaming and knuckles are bloody Eyes dry of tears that have streaked our cheeks After fighting for each other or each other maybe “Go away, when you can, move far from this country,” my mother tells me And I wish that that wasn’t the only time I felt like she really sees me
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