My mother's daughter

June 27, 2017
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I am my mother's daughter
not by the curve of my flesh
or the slant of my eye

I am hers through and through
in the words I spit out unto others
twisting the knife and yanking it up,
from navel to chin

I am hers in the pit of my stomach
where oftentimes and too often
i feel nothing at all
but a faint bit of pleasure when i watch the boys cry

I am my mother's daughter
in a kiss that means nothing
behind someone's back

in the hurt and the hatred
and the bitterness too

Some people say I'm just like her


If they only knew.

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