writing from the in-between of healing & hurting, softness & rage, silence & scream; this space is for the ghosts i carry, and the selves i’m still becoming.

Mother's Day I (but unhappy children exist)

it feels almost
outrageous
to even consider
not to send greetings for today

there are so many things
society tells us to do
all that cultural conditioning
that makes it hard to
listen to oneself

but every fiber of my body
resists the idea
of celebrating this day
of showing you gratefulness
just because you birthed me

the idea of a mother
being inherently sacred
because she gives life
because she loves unconditionally
because she sacrifices so much
for the well-being of her child
it all makes me sick
to my stomach

where is the space for
the unhappy children
in this narrative
where is the space for
the bruised souls and the broken hearts

#poetry #fortheghostsicarry #somestillbleed