The Carrier and The Caretaker
Both mothers live inside me
PART I- Genesis
I am my mother's child
Highways of scars littered across my body
Hers a needle
Mine, something sharp
Sharp tongue,
Quick witted
Servitude slipping
Into every bad habit
Bad habits slipping
Into sacred moments
Thievery in all my bloods vessels
Blood vessels swelling
Womb wailing
Gifts given to others
But taken from myself
I am my mother's child
Seeking and lost
Regretful and scared
Wise and forgiving
A body making it's way through the Earth with self inflicted sickness
PART II - Eden
I am my mother's child
Hot honey seething on my tongue
Anger that is planted by
"You're not gonna treat me bad and get away with it"
I am my mother's child
Fear barred behind optimism
A shaky tongue singing hopeful hymns
Faith turbulent but firm
I am my mother's child
4c slicked when my foot reaches the threshold
Feet on rollerskates, hips swaying in the breeze
Grocery aisles a blur as my cart overflows
I am my mother's child
Short tempered and nurturing
Disorganized and faith-filled
Chaos and calm
Wrapped in a cinnamon body
About the Creator
Bruce Lee and The God of War: Kuan Ti
It starts with love.. The Power to the God Of War and Wealth Walk into a Chinese restaurant (even in Oklahoma, USA), a Chinese police station, a kung fu martial arts studio or even a Chinese temple and you often see a red faced warrior holding a heavy quan-do (spear like weapon).
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King5 days ago in Chapters
Comments (4)
The movement into autonomy while holding on to generational identity and roots is powerful; I love the way this moves into joy.
The way you weave generational echoes into modern moments is stunning. A perfect balance of honesty and poetry.
This poem is beautifully written and how you embrace the duality of being your mother's child, holding both the "highways of scars" and the "hot honey seething on my tongue." Recognizing both the vulnerability and the resilience within yourself is an incredibly courageous achievement. Embrace that unique mix of "Chaos and calm, Wrapped in a cinnamon body." Your self awareness shines brightly! Congratulations on your Top Story!
Poignant, Painful, Poetic ... Yet Beautiful! ✒️