noresoup's ladybird

the last time I cried, 
it was because my mother could not hear me
I'm lucky to be alive
and to be lively is to love and forgive and do it over and over again
there is no boredom in the cycle.
my growing pains persist 
and my mother sees them best 
she insists but often misses
that there is no point in hiding them
I will grow bigger, mother, bigger and fatter and livelier
and the world will get small for me
my jeans will tear bit by bit at the seams
though judgements may come, you might realise
I'm all you could have been
had your world been lovelier, livelier
I'm sorry that that's what it is -
to be a mother, to be a daughter
to be married, to be unmarried
to be you, to be me
to be alive, to be livelier.

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