For My Mother - Poem by Yana Thompson
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 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.
It's disgusting and quite unbecomming of you.
I have won not only the battle,
I am winning the war.
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