Alright. I hope everyone’s doing okay. Um, to those who have mommy issues I wish this as an ode to yall and your struggles with your parents currently. I’m sorry to know how common this is. I hope this poem honors you. With how heavy this poem is, I’m thinking when I get myself more stable, I’ll post this on my patreon. This one was the poem that made me realize that, I can still record these kind of poems but they can be patreon exclusive or restricted to those who can handle it better than the mass.

This was the Day 15 poem that was supposed to be completed with my Beach poem. My Health has other plans. So here it is now.




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# The Other Mother : My Earthly Spawn Point

## **[My (m)other]**

### *[Song Playing:* ***[Irish Eyes by Rose Betts](<https://youtu.be/EhJD4ekxoxk?si=dWnXADd5_RthjyEk>)***, ***[Savage Daughter by Sarah Hester Ross](<https://youtu.be/oPfas8JdUpc?si=7OxhqSF4JH56c7jm>)***, ***[Me and The Devil by Soap&Skin](<https://youtu.be/ZfWSOs5YbQ8?si=8PPmoVRkv2Qn0dF6>)***, ***[Once Upon a Dream: Maleficent’s Villain Origin Song by MilkyyMelodies](<https://youtu.be/Ry2OLnupLyg?si=q-gwWjPQQCfW5vfW>)***, *&* ***[For The First Time in Forever: Anna’s Villian Cover by Lydia The Bard](<https://youtu.be/9HWEPq4gfZM?si=b0DU2x2a63TlgwB4>)*** *]*

“What about your mother?” /

What *about* her? I hate her. /

“But that’s your mother!” /

She made it clear she was no mother of mine. /

I’m her Savage Daughter, supposedly; /

Cursing sharp stones after walking barefoot across them. /

She robbed my vitality from me. /

Cursed me as the sharp stone she stepped on. /

“She’s your mother! Have some compassion.” /

Once Upon a Dream, I *did* have compassion. /

I *did* have empathy for her. /

Fear-based respect for her. /

But she discarded me after she took enough from me. /

How funny and ironic to call me Angela; /

The name feels wrong on my tongue. /

Gross to hear now. /

Dead to me, like her. /

For what gets bigger the more you take away. /

Me and the Devil… /

Walking side by side… /

To watch your Karmic end in Divine Retribution. /

Your curse remains on me no longer. /

It drips ichor, black as your hatred for me. /

Dear Woman, what’s become of you? /

Have you forgotten the deal you bestowed to me? /

“Come now, these Irish eyes can’t see through your deceit?”/

Sarcasm drips from my lips as easily as she taught me. /

Your curse loses its tangibility the more hits it takes. /

Your curse upon me, desperate for food and escape, /

as wards protect what I have left from its jaws. /

You were no mother to me. /

You’re a spawn point /

Born from the bloody rivers of the lives you’ve ruined. /

An incubator at best who sought to kill their spawn at every turn. /

No more and no less than that. /

You are exiled from my life. Othered by your choices in hatred. /

But don’t worry. /

God has his plans for you, hope you enjoy them./

Hehehe.


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