#c.p writes

You would not believe how hard it is to have mommy issues

If I said I hated my father—especially one with his complexion,

No one would bat a fucking eye

But mommy issues?

Oh no

Those are never heard of

I am out of my mind for not liking you

How dare I dislike the woman who birthed me?

Fed me?

Changed me and raised me?

How dare I dislike the woman who dismissed my thoughts?

My feelings and my beliefs?

For constantly reminding me she brought me here?

That she birthed me?

Fed me?

Changed me and raised me?

And I would like to note that I said disliked

Because for the life of me I can’t fucking hate you

She may have dismissed my thoughts

My feelings and my beliefs

And she constantly reminds me that she birthed me

But she also fed me

Changed me and raised me

So I guess I have to be happy

Dear Universe,

you hold so much in you,

the stars, the cosmos

yet you still think of little old me

and everything else ‘between

you teach me

you humble me

and remind me

we are connected by our stardust

and that I too hold so much inside of me

the stars, the cosmos,

I also still think of little ole me

and everything else ‘between

I teach me

I humble me

and I remind me

we are connected by our stardust

What is it you see first

My shinin new leaves

or my strong torso

Neither came first

For it was my roots that got me this far

The shaky foundation which I built myself upon

Led me to build home in this soil

It is my roots that ground me,

remind me

We are not what we used to be

No longer are we dirt and stone

but now beautiful autumn leaves

and a shinin new body

Yet I can never shake these roots

But they can shake me