I was constantly made to feel like I was a burden for existing. It’s not really my mother’s fault that this is the case. I was a burden for existing to her; I was not on purpose, I was not chosen, I was not selected, I was not carefully, intentionally, curated. That all came much later. When I can recognize the cycles she was a part of the cycles I was raised in and refused to stay in them.

 

If I had a dime

For each time I was ‘too much’

At least I’d be rich