'You behave badly with me
because I am a poor
single woman',
my mother was saying to me
in my foolish teens
Then
I wanted to imitate
my father
and to escape as he did it
for to live and suffer
the freedom,
but like a wall
my mother tried to stop me
with her love
Now
without tethers
to resemblance of the tale
of my progenitor
the only thing
that remain for me
are the walls
away from
her love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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