So many thoughts
My younger self
Memories
Consecutive days of breaking night
Grief
Sadness, 900,633,230,501 tears
Determination, Anger
Eye squinting, stomach hurting, doubled over laughing
having Multiple abortions
My still birthed child whom I wouldn't hold but retracted my
refusal to see and made myself
lay eyes on. The children I birthed and
raised only to watch be taken away,
held hostage by government
slaves then relatives who
call themselves "family".
my oldest describing
themselves victims of abuse
suffering from Stockholm Syndrome,
My youngest one close enough to see
while still out of reach, asking to be with me quietly
in mumbles and whispers,
So loudly in my dreams while I sleep.
My Mother, first person I'd meet,
last person she sees,
Me.
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