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 II (you don't owe her anything)

'how can you talk like that about your own mother,'
i'm being asked,
'how can you even consider not reaching out for this day
where every mother should be celebrated'

i would laugh if it wasn't actually quite sad
how nobody thinks about me
and all the other crying children
who never had a loving mother
but an abusive parent
a scary home
no compassion

but listen — this is important:
just because she gave birth to you
doesn't mean you have to thank her
just because she gave birth to you
doesn't make her a mom

and mother's day is a social script
a ritual
that simply doesn't fit
every single story
and it is not a moral law
you have to follow

if you've been through so much
that you feel not contacting her
serves you better than
following societal norms
i beg you
go for it
choose yourself
now that you can

you don't owe her anything.

#poetry #fortheghostsicarry #somestillbleed