I heard it for myself, but I didn’t understand it. It was mumbled, passed under the air, the translation was kind, so I don’t really believe it; but why would you say that, mom? Why say that…? Were you pushed to a wall and forced to finally speak? My self-esteem cannot release me because I don’t even know if I am looking at myself anymore. I pray to god and I pray to god. I know the mother spirit is listening and is there with me through the struggle, I know my heart is good, but what did I hear? Was that you, finally coming exposed? Did you ever want me, or want us, my sister and I; that have been dragged over fields by our hair, screaming for peace, unconditional love, from the lap of you…? We want more , yes. We do. Your face has always been in my memory: A smile from the shadows; maybe always an illusion to the mother I wanted to see; one who gave love. Jessica M. Wilson 9/9/16 Friday, 11:18am
Because it exists and so do I...