A Letter To My Mother - Poem by APPHIA GARCIA
I remember when you neglected me, when I told you the man you now live with touched me inappropriately. I felt so unclean, so violated and indecent. The mistake I made was I thought I could have run to you for help.
I recall the many stories you related me about the emotional calamities you had with your step-daddy. The scars you said remains for a lifetime, mummy you said you felt so alone because you dear not run to grandma with the stories.
I remember when you promised me. You promised that day daddy walked out, I would not be replaced I was suppose to be your priority.
Now you would not believe me.
Do you prefer off shore money and all that you can gain materially over the child you bore in your womb for nine months and gave birth too on the first of August. Dear mummy please look at me. I am Afi. Can you remember me? I am your daughter.
You painted me as the predator when I was the prey. But I would not give up hope, I pray three times a day that this legacy would break. I hope it ends with me.
I am eighteen only and a comfortable place to rest my head I do not have. I reminisce every night on the day you scream at me and chaste me out of the house when I came to you nervous and in tears telling you about Billy. You said I wanted your man for myself.
I know its been a while since you have heard from me. But I am not writing to make you feel guilty for what you have done. Dear mummy I am just letting you know I am not easily broken. A phenomenal woman I've grown to be. I prayed and fought to rise my head above the water and I conquered. Dear mummy I've earned my degree I am married and have dedicated my life spiritually.
Good news are bubbling forth, I am pregnant with my first child,
It's a girl. I promise you mummy the legacy ended with me.
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