SONYA A WATSON

Feeling Feelings Day 7

BY A NOT SO FAMOUS AUTHOR

Bless Me Mother

Bless me mother for I have sinned.                   

I have torn down everything you’ve built.

In the mirror, I see

My thick thighs,

My tightly coiled hair,

My dark brown skin.

Your words are muffled

By the sights and sounds of the world.

As doubt chips away at the foundation,

Bit by bit,

Hatred seeps in.

My mind drifts to the forgotten moments of yesterday.

Remembering your smile,

Remembering your words,

Remembering your warmth,

I begin to see my beauty.

I begin to accept who I am.

I begin to love who I am.

Bless me mother for I have sinned.