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Your Disfigured Ode
mother
here no longer
but forever judged
you were everything
the self-sacrificing
source of all love and comfort
and all rage and rejection
you made me
and i am somehow part of you
and i was your mirror
showing what you did not want to see
weakness, neediness
the object of your shame and self-loathing
now
(just like me)
instead of producing a bouquet of roses
I disfigure this ode to motherhood
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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