Jul 3, 2020
[transcript] Birthright
A mother does harm. A mother is only a person. A person should not have that much power. Her fervor is me. What she fears, I fear. Woven into me is the fabric of grief. Grip me by the teeth. Clasp my lungs. It is thrilling to hate. Instinctive.
No one knows me. No one knows me. No one knows me. Panicked relief. “How long does it take to learn to love?” I asked my mother. “It takes a lifetime,” she told me. “What about learning how to be loved?” “It takes two.”
