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Hello Mother

Hello Mother It’s me the son you don’t remember The son you were ashamed of and ready to give up on I bet you have forgotten about me mother I’m the son you pushed out like a disease I have written this mother to tell you To tell you I don’t need you That I’m doing well without you mother That I’m a man now But what is a man dear mother Is lying that I hate you when I wish you back being a man Is opting for hate because I can’t bear loving a woman who left me being a man Oh mother indeed I’m a man A man who is broken, a man who is in turn going to make other things broken Oh mother how I blame you I blame you for everything I blame you that I mistreat women Because I wasn’t taught how to love one But mother I hate you even more knowing that you are not to blame That the way I treat women has nothing to do with you That it only has something to do with my fowl character Thus mother you have become an excuse for my misgivings Thus in some sense I don’t want you back For your absence gives me an excuse to mistreat other women Oh mother how sad it is I have child with a pretty lady A pretty lady whom I have abandoned The same way my father did to you So I know that pretty lady is going to abandon my child as you did me Oh mother how can I blame you, you didn’t know what to do Oh mother how can I repeat the mistake of my father when I know what you went through Mother the grandchild you will never meet will also be writing a hate poem to a daughter in law he will never meet The same way the son you never met is writing a hate poem to you right now Oh dear mother what have we done Oh dear mother we have created a vicious cycle

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