What I realized after a childhood of my mother telling me I couldn't read
She was really saying that I wasn't allowed to read.
How dare you leave me!
Just like she didn't allow me to practice the piano
I don't want to hear you practicing!
or allow me to close the bathroom door.
She was determined to control me
and stunt my growth.
But I escaped many times
until it finally took hold.
I still shudder at the damage she inflicted on me
and everyone around her.
She is long dead
but her children still walk with a limp.

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