Frustrations of Immigrant Mother

I don’t worship God,

I’m not a believer of scriptures,

No temple or church for me.

I use vulgar language

when angry or provoked.

But dare not call me "bad."

I’m just overwhelmed.

Sometimes, it’s just vent out,

channeling of frustrations.

I don’t touch intoxicants —

tea is my only beverage.

I’m a mother and immigrant.

I have to put food on the table

childcare without support,

making dough, earning bread,

juggling is hard.

So yes, I lose my cool.

when not given solitude

to learn, and declutter,

or figure out my next move.

I’m just exhausted,

often worried, and sad.

Try shoving feet, in my shoes

and see how far, you can go.

Family duty is my priority,

trying to justify, maintaining sanity.