I don’t wanna speak in generalizations, but my mother and I, kinda fit the bill!
Oil and water just never really mixed; 40+ decades, we don’t still.
Her favorite pastime was to criticize me; while mine was to gig her as a mom.
She denied the fact that she laughed in my face, while gasping for air to breathe on. Lol
Seeing each other eye to eye, was a task to say the least;
standing 3 feet shorter than me, was a challenge we couldn’t beat.
Reconciliation a tactic, tried many different times. But similar to rappers these days, ill manic not their rhythms!
When I found out I was pregnant, it didn’t matter the sex to me.
But from the very moment that I realized; I knew a girl was what it would be! lol
Looking remorseful now at my adolescence, all the snarky comments under my breath.
Luckily I was a master at gibberish, or the consequences would have been death!
All the hell I’d given my mother; I imagined it coming ten fold!
All the grief that I had given her, I wish could be untold.
And now I dread what the consequences may be; what my relationship has in store.
Will she be the chaos my mother got from me, or someone so much more?
About the Creator
Alaine Hay
Hesitantly optimistic, I feel my inspiration from my pain. An anxious, bipolar single mom, trying to somehow raise a well rounded teenage girl! Lol.Trying to gain wisdom through my downfalls, and spread hope through my success, despite them
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