#rarely do i ever write rhyming poems but i visited my mother's native country and i am theirs not my own

[stellarumm00]

my own son

i am my mothers child and my fathers daughter.

i love being one ,but i hate the other.

i have my fathers eyes, but not the colour.

the colour alone, that belongs to my mother.

my mothers hands and feet are mine to wash the dirt.

“i raised you” he screams, but you only caused me hurt.

“i raised you” i whisper, but i am not her mother.

i am always the other.

the other woman, the other sister,

always another’s.

i feared you’d be like me, so i raised you better.

i feared you’d feel like me, so i raised you to be better.

so that you’d be more your mothers child,

not your father’s daughter.

i am my mother’s child.

i hate my father’s daughter.

i want to be my own son, but i remain your daughter.

i have your angry tongue, my dear maddened father.

i am my mother’s child.

why was i born your daughter?

i am my mother’s child i am my father’s daughter.

-Stella Rumm