Mommy Issues
Dear Mama
You have many identities
I have come to known
Over these twenty-some years
You are a super mom of three
Your first son from your first husband
Your only daughter and youngest son from your second husband
You have raised them alone during many months of deployment
You are a pianist that no longer plays the piano
A cook, a baker, a painter, a former sales associate
You like to shop
You like to have your hair done, but not your nails
You never leave the house without a coordinating outfit and a face of makeup
Dear Mama
You have this magical ability to make random grocery store workers your new friends
You are familiar to strangers, you crack jokes as if you know them
You have always seemed happier outside of the house
Away from people that are your family members
Clearly, we cannot be in the same category as these strangers
A man you’ve known for over two decades
Children you gave birth to
Somehow, we are not in the same category.
No, we get yet another facet of your identity.
One that I struggle to hate yet one I cannot love
One that brings me close to you, close enough to have you confide in me
But one that pushes me away into a void I blame for my overly independent nature
A side of you that has you cut up my favorite fruits at midnight because of my snacking habits
But a side that forces me to hide during the day through naps
Dear Mama
Will today be a nice girl’s day out of the house?
Or will it end terribly with words that are forever etched in my memory
“You are such a bitch”
“You don’t deserve this honor and distinction”
“I regret having a daughter”
“I wish you were never born”
Today you have bought me clothes that I have been eyeing for a while
Another day you send me a package of goods I have left at home, coupled with a little extra goodies
The other day you took care of my wounds from my surgeries
On a different day you make my favorite Japanese dish
Dear Mama
Do they know that you are a rollercoaster?
I don’t like riding rollercoasters.
About the Creator
Nana Ogburn
22, half Japanese, half American, bachelor's in English, manifesting trauma through creativity.


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