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Mari
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Date Posted: 22:35:20 02/21/02 Thu
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Maternal Burn
I wish I could forgive my own dear mother,
For a childhood rife with pain and confusion.
The frightful battles – one after another,
Led us to live lives of regret and delusion.
Not knowing I was deaf at the time of my birth,
I grew up believing my ears weren’t dead.
Which silently eroded my sense of self worth.
Totally twisting the thoughts in my head.
Misunderstandings colored my childhood.
Painting my character a counterfeit hue.
False accusations gave no defense where I stood.
Hidden in veiled silence and no one had a clue.
I actually believed I was the normal one,
And everyone else was off-the-wall.
But the truth of it was, the damage was done,
And I was the child, on the ground, left to crawl.
I wish I could forgive my dear,loving mother,
Whom, to this day, will not talk with me at all,
With whom all communication she’s managed to smother.
But now, it’s too late, I no longer want her to call.
Mari D’India 2/20/02
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