Mom, why do you hate me?

Tony Robert Cochran

I feel that you do, although of the claim’s veracity,                                                                         I am unprepared to claim without any lack of certainty,                                                            that you do

A few examples highlight my the genesis of my question,                                                            a scared, teenage mom, alone, parents smiling with grimaces, besides themselves, beside you? Did you put your fears, your perceived failures and arrears, onto the infant baby when your hands touched me? Did you press these panic attacks and scary facts into my mouth when your breast fed me? You didn’t know? Momma, did your anger with men – with him, and him, and him – did you exhale it on my soft baby skin? Did I remind you of him, and of that?

I know I’ve wronged others, mom, you’ve let me know…

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