Mom Voice Poems

My writing gets wavy and I bet it would annoy some perfectionists out there.

I’m annoying but I don’t care right now.

They hate me, so I...

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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in...

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The Summers were hot in the suburbs of our city,        
 We had a small sandy yard, a...

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Your sweet soprano is so distant now,
dear Mother,
So far from my fearful ear.
Did it cherish me yet chooses now to chastise,
as if I needed punishment?
So...

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Hail to women survivors who loved bad men
My mom died before 60, because of them
Hail, hail to nineteenth century girls & women!
Poor food, poor sanitation,...

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spirit voice I hear
while I lie despairing there
after losing mom

She came to me in the dead of night
Spoke of the bitterness of my plight
Gave me...

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When we were born Mom and Dad 
cried and laughed, in pain and joy. 
But they did know one day, we will kill their freedom!...

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May I show you numbers

Math numbers to add now

Many to subtract from

My coins make me dollars

Mom help me with homework

Minds great and small count twice

Monday...

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Life is all about family and love.

July 20, 1969, this day in history
Astronaut Neil Armstrong walked on moon, 240,000 miles
From Earth, a billion people
Listening at...

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I lost all my favorite 
people to death/
that is why broken smiles sleep 
on face/
that is why i am always lonely in a 
room full...

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Off to school we must go,                   ...

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When I was in third grade,                   ...

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Feathered Brazilian brown hair with eyes that match.
Red lips,Skinny brows with mascara thick on each lash.
Skin tone honey roasted cashew.
Body scarred from self harm and...

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I will never forget my aunt:                   ...

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I Am

Me-Created by God

Woman–I give freely, I am not a tightwad.

Wife–But not to Todd.

Mother–I do not believe in sparing the rod.

Poet–I love to write even...

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