A Mother's Wound Poem by Nouha Nonie

My mom's mad,
I'm the reason.
She now avoids meeting my eyes,
She makes no sound
All I get; A silent treatment
To her I'm invisible, inanimate
And I can't help -
But to deeply blame myself.

My mom's sick,
Now she's mad too.
What kind of daughters
Make a sick mother so blue?
The angels above
Are cursing me for sure
While the demons of hell
Are taking notes

My mom's unlucky
To have me it seems
She loves others
Like she can never love me
Maybe she doesn't know
That I need that love too
Or maybe it's my fault
I'm unworthy of her love
I'm unworthy of her gentle touch

It's understandable,
To please her, I'm unable
She always wonders;
What's wrong with me?
Guilty, i plead
I'm not the daughter
My mother needs

In my journal I list
All the flaws, all the bad traits,
That I must redeem and fix
Hoping she'll hate me less
Still, I can't help but feel
Like the worst person
to ever exist

To feel less of a burden,
I must obey her orders
Chores on time, to her I'll surrender
I'll clean the floor, I'll make my bed
I will even bake her a cake
Asking her to love me more
or else, I'll fall down and break