IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT MY MOTHER WANTED
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
I DON’T HAVE TO
I DON’T WANT TO
WRITE ABOUT MY MOTHER
ANY MORE —-
SHE PLAYED MY LIFE
LIKE IT WAS HER OWN
SHE MADE NOVA SCOTIA
FOR ME TO FOLLOW
TO FOLLOW HER
TO HER DEATH —-
AND 18 YEARS BEYOND
TO LIVE WITH THE SINGLE HOPE
OF “LOVE” WITH 2 HUSBANDS
I WASN’T LOOKING FOR —-
FOR DEDICATION TO ART
I WASN’T AIMING FOR
SHE TRIED TO MAKE ME
INTO HERSELF
& LOOK WHAT HAPPENED
I’VE BEEN ONLY HALF ALIVE
FOR HALF MY LIFE SO FAR
AND NOW I RECLAIM
MY TRUE SELF —- OH
it’s been hanging around
scared to pop out
BUT IMMA POPPIN’ NOW!
GOD DAMN IT!
I’VE HAD IT WITH MOTHAS
I’VE HAD IT WITH GOD FIGGAS —-
WHAT AM I NOW???!!!
YA WANNA KNOW?!
THAT’S FOR ME TA KNOW
& YOU TA FIND OUT —-
IF YOU DARE
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