My Mother My Friend This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Her eyes were large and indignant

as she yelled at me.

I am certain that my own two eyes

looked equally stony and cold.

Her words were cruel,

as were mine.

For that instant,

that singular moment, I hated her

from the depths of my soul,

all the while loving her.

She quieted and glared

and I wanted to cry,

To just break down and sob,

because, despite my pride,

I innately knew that her words rang of truth.

I wanted her acceptance and her comfort,

not her painful, hurtful words.

I loved her because I knew

this scene showed she cared.

But then, I looked up at the hardness in her face,

in her eyes.

I knew she was suppressing her desire to cry as well,

But continued to glower and shout.






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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