My Mother’s Daughter

I wonder what my mother would think of me if I told her.

I wonder if she’d look at me with eyes full of compassion or pity.

Perhaps she’d gaze at me knowingly as if to say “Ah, you too.”

You see, we aren’t so different, she and I…

Both in love with love, and both met unrequited.

I wonder if my mother’s ever played a whore in the shadows of her own life…

Has she ever preyed on men, conquest, and then afterward exhale with her climax, “Ahyou too.”

You see, we aren’t so different, she and I…

And you, you’re no different than the rest of those men that have broken our hearts.

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