At Pembroke Cafe.

by Poet on the Piano   Feb 15, 2018


We couldn't even finish our vegan burgers
in peace, and perhaps that was my fault for
holding honesty to such a high standard -
I just wanted to speak from the heart.

Your frustrations, anger and motherly
worry halted as your tear ducts betrayed you.
Crying, not for me but because of me.
Because I decided not to censor myself.
Because I let it slip that she was "more than a friend",
and it's like the whole world as you knew it suddenly
shifted, temperatures plummeted as you gazed at
the compass and willed your feet forward.

But I'm still here, full of warmth,
deserving of so much more than this
emptiness between us.

I wonder if you wish you had a heteronormative
daughter, whatever that means. That I could be a
perfected reflection of what you always wanted for
yourself, a fulfilling partnership with a man who would
never use any excuse to belittle you.

Bitterness drys on my tongue; I have no
guilt nor shame to express.
We've already paid the bill and there's one tiny
pink-and-white cupcake left on the table,
too sweet for something this hard to swallow.
The ballet dancers have completed their weekend
rehearsal, leaping downstairs to their eager parents.
Beautiful limbs are flocking into this cozy,
now cramped, cafe.

Yet here we sit, waiting for each other to
break the silence...
until you confess that you need more time, as if
time will allow you to see another version of me.
A less authentic, more predictable self.
I am here, I am proud, I want to be heard...
finally.

Why are you not willing to take the fear
and reign it in?

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  • 3 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I am speechless

  • 3 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Thank you to every one of you for reading and for your continued support <3

    And Ben, I will have to look up that movie sometime. Thanks!

  • 4 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I don't think whatever we do we can really fit in with our Mothers ideas or expectations. They come from a different generation with different experiences and outlooks on life. I am so much the opposite of my mother in character, expectations and out look on life that if she was not my mother and I didn't love her I sometimes wonder if we would still stay in touch at all.

    I think that the biggest gift that anyone can give to another is to accept them entirely for who they are, just as they are faults and all and the biggest gift you can give to yourself is to be true to yourself despite what anyone else things. There is a saying that sums it up "The path to true happiness is just to be comfortable in your own skin"

    (unless that is of course you are a mass murderer, sadist, rapist, bully or other criminal type who inflicts harm on others)

    All my best wishes Milly x

  • 4 months ago

    by Abed

    An arrow to the core. Beautiful.

  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    Mary Anne, I am glad this is nominated, it needs to be front page. I'm sorry your mom is having such a hard time accepting you for you. Stay strong, stick to your beliefs and who you love is who you love. Unfortunately you will always have people who won't accept you, never let them to deter you from being your true self. Hugs-

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