Stolen Words

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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The day the doctors told my mother she would never bare kids was the day my mother went numb, and then I came along and crashed the party. In the moment of excitement my mother did the only thing she knew best, she started to write.

Word after word and stroke after stroke my mother would combine my legacy and hers into one.

My mother wrote what she would tell me, she wrote what I would encounter in life, she wrote what her mother wouldn’t say to her, she wrote what she wish her mother would have said. Though each line of this poem was different she wrote the words I love you in every line.

My mother touched me but couldn’t, My mother kissed me before she could, My mother prayed for me blindly.

My mother wrote her fears in black ink to resemble the pain of her childhood, But my mother wrote in bright yellow to resemble mine.

My mother wrote her bad dreams, and put a period at the end to symbolize the end of them all, the day she moved out.

My mother shined a light on her past in order for me to work around it.

My mother showed me her broken heart so that I may learn from it.

My mother is an African American women and wrote for me to embrace it.

And though my mother’s poem never made it to my eyes, I didn’t have to read it to get the story that lies beneath it. My mother taught me to read between the lines.


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