sometimes, very rarely, I write poems…

I’m a monster

I am a wrong mother
the worst kind
the one you fear
I carry my motherhood on my sleeve .. (literally)
yet I refuse to let it carry me.
I’m angry and loud
I spit an spill my feelings out
I’m a sick mother
a fighter and a lover
I leak of emotions
I cry and rage
I fuck and eat
I shit and sleep
I’m a fat mother, a working mother, a poor mother
a single mother
a notgivingafuckwhatyouthinkaboutme mother
a „I challenge your gender norms and fight your racism“ mother
and I will
let
you
know.
a lipstick wearing, to parental advisory rap listening, tattooed, way too young mother
I AM  A MOTHER*FUCKING MYLF
a mother you -yes you- love to fuck but not let be

and I will not allow you to rescue me