I didn't raise you to be ashamed
Of who and what you are
But somewhere along the line
You still learned shame
I have watched you mute yourself
I have watched you garb yourself in black
Both literally and metaphorically
Hiding in darkness
I have watched you struggle through
Relationships and motherhood
Fights, breakups and reconcilliations
And while you excel in being a mother
You cannot be a so-called traditional wife
You built expectations of being fullfilled by
The love of a man
But a man was never the fullfilling factor
Of your womanhood
You are the only factor that ever mattered
Your rainbow could shine through
But you have muddied the colors by mixing them
On a palette of confusion and shame
Clean the paintbrush
Choose a color
Any color
Separate it from the swirled mess
That has become your life
Dash it upon a clean canvas and proclaim
I AM ME! ACCEPT IT!
Know that the one you are talking to
The only one who needs to hear
The only one who needs to accept
IS YOU
I loved you already
About the Creator
Paula Shablo
Daughter. Sister. Mother. Grandma. Author. Artist. Caregiver. Musician. Geek.
(Order fluctuates.)
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Wow. This is incredible.