Stand Alone This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

     My mother is beautiful. Beautiful like brownies,brownies that she never made for me. Mother doesn't work; well, she works, butdoes not get paid. She only gets paid with hugs and kisses that I give her if Iremember. She is stressed and angry. Her hands are warm like chocolate, but roughlike beach sand. Her hair is black like coffee and beautiful like a summer night.Her heart isn't free and doesn't fly. Sometimes I wonder if I hold her back. Holdher back from something greater and better.

My mother was meant to besomething or someone. Now I feel like I ruined her great spirit. My mother isbetter than this town, destined for something more. I wonder what my fatherthinks. If he knows how lucky he is to have my mother. It's hard for me toremember that she is more than my mother. She is a woman. A woman who used toknow how to stand alone, but somehow along the way has forgotten how.

Iwant to be as wonderful as my mother. I can only dream about being as beautiful.I want her smile and her grace. Sometimes I wonder if I am destined for somethingmore than this town, just like her. She never made it. I ask her if she haddreams when she was my age. She just smiles her classic smile because I don'tthink she knows how to reply. But I know I have dreams, and I will do everythingin my power to make them come true. I will never forget how to stand alone.

(Inspired by The House on Mango Street by SandraCisneros)

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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