“When the snow falls and the thunder rumbles, do you listen for the stories that they tell?”

But being me is what brings me peace. / What others think, / Will never give me this ease.

“We were invaded, raided, and traded. Then demanded that we keep our hair downgraded.”

Our parents have good intentions, but what happens when fear is masked as protection?

I contort your words / inside out until / they are mangled. / I can’t use syllables, / sound siphoned.

Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything / I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside. 

Not everyone has a perfect relationship with their mother. That's fine.