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Unscripted
Liberian Literary Magazine Promoting Liberian Literature , Arts and Culture

Unscripted

Cher Antoinette
MAY 2016
“ Mother ” that singular word brings all manner of feelings and overwhelming emotions to many if not all of us . The thought of our mother brings comfort and solace ; for some there is much regret . Regret that we never took the opportunity to express our gratitude and love for that which was unselfishly given . The poems here today give my perspective , not only as a mother but also as a child who has lost her own .
I WISH I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU
I have listened to your advice . You insisted on telling me how it was for you as a girl and how you did this and that .
I tell you I am tired . I am not listening anymore . I have taken your advice and where has it gotten me ? Right here ! Just where I DO NOT want to be !
From now on ,
I don ’ t need you , I don ’ t want you I am not listening to you .
But , you can no longer hear me . You are no longer with me .
You are in another place giving advice . Being yourself . Why were you never your true self with ME ? Why all the pretense ? Why all the hypocrisy ? It was not necessary . I would have still loved you . Always , I would have .
But you kept a wedge between us . I cannot understand why you did this but you did . And now , You are gone .
Where are you when I need the strength I saw in you when I was a child ? I cannot reach you .
I am angry ! Do you understand ? Angry ! I am your child .
You left me . I hate that but I know I can never hate you . I will always love you , Mummy .
© 2013 MY SOUL CRIES
LETTING GO
Is there anything , anything I can do , to take this feeling of hurt away ?
This ache , this physical pain that creeps under my skin ; tears at my flesh incapacitates my mind , my heart .
Is there anything , anything I can do to take this feeling of disappointment away ?
This confusion that disassembles my logic , shatters my plans and marks me down .
I need to shake this , to reach inside of me : my spirit is not asleep I will awaken . I will rise above this struggle .
My eyes are washed in the tears of years of expression , memories of decisions , harsh words and actions all for the good , for the protection of the spawn of myself .
I have to let go . I leave it in Your hands .
The wings of the White Fairy will protect , the ample breast of Our Mother will soothe and you my child will grow , will thrive because I know you will become the person I know you are . …………………. Cher-Antoinette © 2014
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