Mother MAG

January 13, 2016
By annastrosser SILVER, Danbury, Connecticut
annastrosser SILVER, Danbury, Connecticut
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my mother:


cracked fingers


splitting nails


with sweat above her brow and dirt between her toes


she would say to me, “Anna, you can do anything.”


confused by its subjectivity


lost in the translation


was it permission or expulsion?



dear mother,


I hope it was permission


for all your back-breaking




overwhelmingly hair-pulling tendencies


you’ve built a home


I know you never graduated


and your report cards were never on refrigerators


you had a sick mother in your bed at the age of 17


worrying about medical bills


I have a cracked screen on my phone at the age of 17


and friends who do drugs to busy themselves


And you say I can do anything I want


I know you think that means I should graduate


have my report cards on refrigerators


that I should get that master’s that you never got


in that field you found so interesting


but your hands were busy wrist-deep


in sponge baths and medications


you must’ve felt so alone


that you couldn’t do anything


but be there


be without


be a dropout




I hope


god, I pray


that when you say I can do anything


that you know I don’t need to read textbooks


to be knowledgeable


I don’t need a man to shake my hand and give
me a diploma


to have self-worth


that I don’t need my master’s


to love myself


I hope you love yourself


I hope you know all I wish to do


is be half as strong as you

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