Why can’t I live the way I want

A girl who was never loved by her mother.

Khushboo Patel
Resistance Poetry

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When I was born, your face was sad,
Making me believe that I was the stigma, I was something bad.

Mother why can’t you love me, as nobody else does,
Because of you, I could never believe when God told me there’s nothing greater than a mother’s love.

Why can’t I play outside, like my brother,
Is that just, because he will take the family name further.

Why can’t I go to the same prestige school,
Is it because I won’t be the money-making tool?

Mother, please let me go to college, let me learn more,
I promise I will clean the floor and do all the household chores.

Why can’t I go out and earn,
I promise I will never turn my back towards you, nor run.

Why can’t I be your child and be your support,
Give me a chance, and I assure you, everything will be sort.

Mother where was your son when you were crippled,
As I strived to get our lives back, little by little.

Why can’t I deny to get married,
As all my desires are completely deceased, deeply dead, and buried.

Why can’t I adopt and be a single mother,
I don’t know why the world perceives this as a bother.

Mother promise me one thing, that your bad memories will never haunt me,
As I will love my child unconditionally and be the best mother one could ever be.

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Khushboo Patel
Resistance Poetry

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