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I have doubted my worth and capability too many times in your company
I have been in pain on my knees by the hand of you
I have expressed grief at your feet begging for kindness
I have extended grace to you in unexplainable ways
I have swallowed your shame and fear and believed I needed it
Still offering you my cup
I call you mother
A force of destruction and a teacher that uses poison to show me the depth of my empathy
She has disdain and disgust when I am in pain
I have been ignored and shunned by her
She pulls strings and her help comes with a high price
She purposefully excludes me
I am left alone often and never invited to be with other people when she is involved
I am invisible to her
And when I am visible I am a burden
My needs are not valid
My tears are not valid; there is no room for me when she is present
When I am sad I am sent away to be alone
When I am angry for how she has treated me I am told I am the problem
She shares misinformation
Creating riffs between others
She isolates
I have never been lonelier than when I have to share space with her
The only thing she truly wishes on me is loneliness
She looks at my body and turns her lip up
She talks about how complete strangers are beautiful while pointing out my flaws
I bought a new car and instead of “congratulations” I got “they probably took advantage of you”
Instead of “do you need a ride?” I got “don’t even think about asking me for help”
She creates realities of rejection, pain, and loss for me
I fail before I even try in her eyes
I am silent
She yells
I tell her I am angry and she has hurt me
She says I am making it up
I tell her I don’t feel cared about and receive “how dare you”
or “you are so ungrateful”
or
my favorite,
“well I don’t know what to tell you”
Doing all this and caring about your child can’t possibly exist in the same space
To her I am an obligation
Being kept alive and told to keep my mouth shut so she could uphold the image of “good mother”
Survival care
To her I needed to earn being alive;
You must be deserving of this house over your head
You must be deserving of this food
You must be worthy of these clothes
Her actions said “I will give you what you need, but, just remember, you don’t deserve it”
I was only loved when I was quiet and fit the mold
And I was not made for molds
I was not loved for me
Today I release myself of all the pain she has sent to me
I release the grief that binds
Every time she has made me feel unwanted
Every moment of unworthiness I survived
Every night I cried myself to sleep wishing someone would save me
Every back hand across my face for not saying the right thing
All the times I looked in the mirror and wished I looked all the ways she praised other girls for looking
Every time she bought me clothes too small or too big for my body
All the times she said I was making a scene for crying
Every moment I was in pain and she accused me of seeking attention
I release
I release
I release
I no longer choose to view myself through your eyes
Your lens is cracked and flawed
Fix it
And so it is
And so it is
And so it is
About the Creator
Alexandria Rae
I am an intuitive artist of many forms including writing, painting and performance. I gather my inspiration from nature, history, and culture to channel an empathic quality that inspires and offers a lens into a different world.
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