For My Mother Poem by Yana Thompson

Mother,
I loved you once,
not too long ago.

The very thought of you now,
brings bile up in my throught.

I see the way you look at me,
waiting for me to cower under your stare.

I am no longer under your spell,
and as for yor love I really don't care

It was by your hand that I was cast out and ridiculed.

I who have been humiliated by you before all of man.

Through all of that I triumphed like no other,
I am no longer under your command.

You wooed me,
with pretenses of love and acceptence.

Like a fool,
I fell for your honeyed words.

Caught up in your tangeled web,
I struggeled with all that was in me to survive.

I did,
Beloved mother.

I found to posess a strength,
that I never knew I had.

As vile a creature as you are,
I still love you.

You gave me one gift,
my dearest mother.

You let me live,
and in doing so I have created a life.

She will never know my pain,
and in that she will never know you.

That is one of the many gifts I will give her,
where you have given me only one.

Don't weep,
It's disgusting and quite unbecomming of you.

You see,
I have won not only the battle,
I am winning the war.