mother mother
if i should become a mother,
i will not controll my children with fear.
no, i wil be their solice.
i want my daughter to know that she can call me when she is in trouble
because nothing is scarrier
than being kcked out of a party cut short
2 shots and a hit away from passing out
following an unfamilliar blurry face home because
the feer of your mother overrides the fear of stragers.
and if my son should ever start skipping meals
if i should ever catch my son holding measuring tape
underneeth his buldging rib cage,
i will hand him a shirt to put on, make him a smoothie,
and tell him how hadsome and perfect he really is,
i will say it over and over
evey day
till the words are probed into his mind.
because nothig can make you feel so insigificant than
when your mother sees it with her own eyes but
refuses to ackowlage anything.
if one day my daughter accudetly rolls up her sleaves
and lets rays of sun kiss an array of scars on her wrist,
i will tell her that the scars id always told her were from an accident
were no accident at all
and that she wasnt alone
ever
because nothing is more exhausting
tha having a constad game of hide and seek
with your scars and your mother
if my son were to ever bring home a boy,
and hold his had as they walk through the door and
kiss his cheek when he itroduced him,
i will ask if hed like to stay for dinner,
then as they go up the stairs to his room id tell him to keep the door open.