A Mother That Knows

They say “a mother knows best”. Best for who? Best for you? You see, nobody knows me like I know me. Yes, she may know me as a helpless infant, But do you know the real me? Favorite color? Like it matters, I wear it in my eyes. Favorite sport? Obvious because I lack the knowledge of many. What she fails to do is see her child. She sees only what is physically there. You see my emotional state may not be what you Want but it’s still there. Like a beating heart it’s still there. Like my eerie shadows it’s still there. If you really knew me, You’d know I hate the toxic smell of okra and tomatoes If you really knew me, You’d know that I can see right through the closed doors. If you really knew me, Why antagonize my emotional state anymore? If you really knew me, You’d leave me be to take a knee. If you really knew me, Why waste time pretending what I’m not meant to be? No, I don’t want you to stop being a mother. I want you to be able to understand. Not underestimate. I learned it may not always be her fault. For I am just her only, therefore she is still learning. Learning what it is to be me. How to deal with my condition. This condition does not come with a manual. In this life, she is helping me realize that this condition, My illness, It does not define me. A mother that really knows, Continues to show, The love, support, and energy. She lets me know that only God has the power to define me.