Be careful of the cups you drink from….
those offered in golden cups encrusted with the jewels
Mama’s mouth lifted into a half-smile
with the pain of remembrance dancing on her
tongue and she said….
I suppose most women want to be like their mothers
Never wanted to be like my mama
sacrificing her peace
sacrificing her mind
just to keep a household that was stitched together in fear
I said I won’t be like my mama
who found her saviour in a tyrannical man who whipped
her mind into defeat
Never did I want to be like my mama
retreating into the mind for solace
but crumbling away into nothing but rubble
…I’m just like my mama…so please, don’t be like me….
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