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my mother

Posted to Action Poetry




never said it to me, until one day i asked her 'ma, why can't i make you proud of me?', my eyes began to swell, and my voice quivered, waiting for her answer, she told me 'baby, i never thought i had to tell you that, cause you've made me the proudest out of all of you guys...', and my heart burst open, with tears and emotions i thought were dead inside me, and i felt...like my life mattered to her in that moment, when i grew closer to her than ever...

thanks for the compliment, and i believe that the answer is yes, that in some odd way, they are proud of us, no matter the shit we put them through...hey, we're still there, right?

aki lynn