Mothers Daughter

I’ve become who I once feared

By Yalisa MatosPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

Sitting in my mothers mind

They ask “why don’t you ever feel pretty”

I’m insecure

I’m my mothers daughter

She never felt pretty or beautiful

So how could I ? We have the same smile, nose & eyes.

She felt worthy when a man told her

But look at me I’m my mother’s daughter

So I search for my beauty in his eyes

My mother did too with some guys

Trapped in her own mind of who she wants to be

I get it from her I understand I just want to feel pretty

So I dress real nice, smell real good I put on a smile

I look now TO MY daughter who looks like her father

If I don’t change my ways she’ll be the next

Mother’s daughter.

I write what I think is poetry. I write about my life i don’t speak, so when you read I hope you know you’re sitting here understanding me.

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