Breathing Hate: When a mother turns on her child
(alternate title: birthing a bisexual)
(alternate alternate title: FOAD)
I breath in hate,
and expel it with my breath, transformed;
Injustice pulled in, boiling my blood;
Hope flows out, clearing cruelty from my vicinity.
breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out;
I have been taught to change energy this way.
Blind rage beats my temples,
pools of anguish spread to cheeks,
My slack-jawed countenance
declares my failure to comprehend;
With malicious forethought
you’ve disowned who you birthed.
I am stunned to silence.
My disgust causes bile to rise,
coating the back of my tongue,
splashing my teeth,
blistering my lips.
All the words I bite back,
All the curses I refuse to throw,
rumble and strain against my skull,
pushing for the weak spot of release.
My will becomes my spell
becomes my prayer becomes my mantra:
“May you receive all that you deserve.”
I have been taught to work magic this way.
©Pamela V Jones Sept. 2014
Originally posted at Lean in to Joy.