My Mother

When the person who is supposed to be your protector is your tormentor
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Created by isabella-wos

Published on Jun 7, 2024
young woman sitting on the floor with her face in her hands
Nuttapong Punnas

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It's really hard for me to write about someone who's supposed to protect me and love me unconditionally. I wish the media wasn't so hesitant of showing these kind of child-mother relationships, it'd make a lot of people feel less alone.   

My Mother

My mother, my teacher.


To speak is to scream.

To love is to hate.

To laugh is to whisper.

To praise is to shame.


My mother, my warrior.


Weaponizer of words.

Fighter of peace.

Tormentor of mind.

Defender of damage. 


My mother, my mirror.


I see my eyes on your face,

How they contort in rage.

They never knew pity nor peace,

Only the image of a bitter disappointment. 

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