I have my mother’s curse
Of reliability and kindness
My whole childhood
I watched
As people took
Small parts of her
Although it was all things
She was more than
Willing to give,
They were never returned
Or equally repaid
And I vowed
That I would break
The chain,
Except the problem is
Curses are not designed
To be broken
So I sit and wittle off
Tiny pieces of myself
Mothering in ways
I should not have to,
At least not yet,
To people who expect
But so rarely give
I guess I am destined
To be more like her,
The mother I cried for
Hoping the universe
Could promise her more
-k.l
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Quick question: What is the correct way to respond to your mother telling you:
“I do not understand you.
I do not understand how you think.”
Asking for a friend.
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Ocean Vuong, from “Reasons for Staying.” [ID in alt text]
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{Hannah Green, from "Are you still hungry, Mother?"/ Anne Carson/Sam Gordon, "A Mother's Hate"/ Ella Wilson/ Joan Tierney/ Ella Wilson/ Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous/ Unknown/ Nayyirah Waheed/ Sharon Olds, “Holding To A Wall, Treading Saltwater”/ John Green, Turtles All the Way Down/ Safia Elhillo, "an inheritance," published in Narrative Northeast/ Annie Ernaux, from I Remain in Darkness/ Poplar Street by Chen Chen/ Unknown/ Tumblr User: @inkskinned/ Elena Poniatowska, from "La Flor de Lis," published c. January 2011/ Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom}
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respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made
And a little extra of my own
little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!
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Czesław Miłosz, from “It Was Winter” (tr. Czesław Miłosz, Renata Gorczynski, Robert Hass, & Robert Pinsky), New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 [ID'd]
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i mother it, the absence of her ii. i was hard to bear from the very start.’
[text id: my sadness is a fire that i built to keep my hands warm on lonely nights. // art by sivan roshianu // i keep my misery bared between my teeth. i refuse to let her leave. / i am nothing without this obsession of mine.]
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Alfonsina Storni, tr. by Dorothy Scott Loos, from Selected Poems; "Words to My Mother,"
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