Updated: Jul 11, 2020
All those poems that define mothers as superheroes
in a dupatta/ hijab/ scarf instead of wearing a cape
don't tell you about the suffocation you feel
when she uses that dupatta/ hijab/scarf
to squeeze the throat of your opinions and choices.
All those poems that define mothers as unconditional lovers in your homes,
waiting for you with your favorite food ready on the table
don't tell you about the poison
she puts in them to make you want to kill
the love you feel for your homosexual partner.
All those poems that define mothers as ultimate supporters
standing in the sidelines, cheering for you
With pompoms in their hands
don't tell you about the expectations she has
from you in the name of having your own blood
that makes you want to run away from her.
All those poems that define mothers as home
and the people who write them
probably never had to give up their choice to choose their own identities,
probably never had to fight through their insecurities planted deep inside our skins by her, probably never had to give up their souls to save hers.