Dear Beloved,
Kill your mother early
Kill your mother early
For she's going to be the woe of every hardship whip you get on your back in life
The tears of agony you would drink joyously
The brokenness in the sound of your laughter
It would be your mother's fault.
The reason you would be beheld with ridicule
The brashness you would feel in the harshness of societal norms
The scorn of everyone's mockery
The reason you would be ashamed to be called by the name you were born with
It would be your mother's fault
For your lack of empathy, apathy and even geography
For your appearance, awareness and even intolerance
For your rigidity, absurdity, audacity and even toxicity
For the whole of your being
It would all be your mother's fault
For daring to be
To dream
To hope
To live
For all of your choices
For the love you give and the ones you hold back
For your self-worth, self-respect and self-esteem
It would all be your mother's fault
You can trace it all back to the feet of your mother
For she dared to birth you
She went against nature to nurture you
So, kill your mother early
It is at her death that she gains freedom
And you get acceptance
For nobody dare blame your father for your being
It is all your mother's fault
If you become a nuisance or a menace
It would all be your mother's fault.
So beloved, kill your mother early.
I don’t like explaining my poems because I feel the readers should have their own meaning of it and I also believe it loses its essence in the explanation.
But, I really feel I almost explain this one in case you don’t properly see the beauty in what I tried creating.
You see, I was on the bed playing with my phone when my mind started spiraling the way its known to do and I started thinking how the world hypothetically revolves around a woman, how she unassumingly carry the success and failure of the world on her shoulders the minute she started to breathe.
How it is really a man’s world but it is infact nothing without a woman’s touch or “untouch” and shortly after, this phrase “kill your mother early” started ringing in my head.
I wrote this poem not to convey the actual power of a woman because I believe nobody really like to hear this story, but to maybe give a solution to the continuous audacity of a woman.
All this might be over if we’re only brave enough to do one thing…
Thank you for reading 🌚
Happy New Year, I hope I get out of my head more and put words to paper more than I did last year.
See you next time.
P.S: please when you choose to clap for my stories, can you hold your finger still on the clap icon until it gets to 50? Please?🥹
Thank you, you amazing human ❤️
