I am Mother, Not Your Mother
Don’t stare at me, boy
I am no majestic marvel
Where you see grace, beauty, and strength
I only see my mundane, everyday self
Give me more credit than that
I am a woman
A burden
A worn-down, dull blade that barely glimmers in the light
A blade that has to fight, and fight, before I leave any mark of any kind
So don’t look at me with those eyes of wonder
I know it’s all a sham, your perverted gaze
Take me as I am:
A mess
Don’t spectate-
Witness
You’ll never be anything more than a mere man, no, less
just a boy







