to be My Mother’s Daughter

is to be the remnant of

a moment of loneliness

bottled within my hazel

brown eyes.

to be My Mother’s Daughter

is to know a Father who

I’ve never met and still be

able to know the man who

gave his sperm to create

me, my skin.

to be My Mother’s Daughter

is to know my history,

to be one of the queer

results of a love triangle

in two generations, my

smile, my laugh.

to be My Mother’s Daughter

is to disregard all these

things and know all at once that

being Her daughter is all that matters.
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Originally written, but not completed on 8 August 2011 as an Ode to my Mother for Women’s Day.
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