I bought the victim’s home,
then began cooking abuse on the stove.
I
chopped up pieces of ignorance and defeat;
mixed heavily in a pot and fed it to me.
Full of self-hatred and pride,
it would take more ingredients for me to die.
Brewing in her belly was evil and chide,
topped off and steamed with suicide.
Debating whether or not I could kill the ego
roasting in the oven.
Apologies spewed onto the floor ;
My shadow selves are fully grown now,
to greet me.
Fear, low self-esteem, self doubt
seated at the table, awaiting a feast.
The beast, I had prepared.
My shadows of the past showed up as dinner guests.
dark-skinned, negro; poor class, short, single -parent home,
religious mother praying, bike riding in the rain.
This is my past, haunting and scolding,
my inner enemy.
me
Poet Krissy Mosley
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
5 responses to “A Mother’s Ego”
this i like you really gotta look and read between the line of what it is say…. ♥ it!!!
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thanks sis; means a lot I’m writing to inspire and motivate women…
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Well put and felt!!
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Dear Krissy
We have been following each other’s blog for quite some time now. I want to thank you for that. As my blog grew I struggled to give as much in return as I was receiving. I am sorry for that.
Due to this, I am moving my work to this newly created website:
http://whitetreasures.weebly.com/
I am staying on WP without much content shared.
I wish you all the very best♡ ♡.
Love, Isabella
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awe- I’ll be sure to follow on your new site, thank you for the kind words; I haven’t been blogging as of late – I do appreciate your kindness – I’ll be sure check out your new site, sending hugs to you – let’s keep in touch 🙂
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