Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Mother Love

Why did I stick my hand in your mouth
and expect you not to bite?
You who have bit me over and over again?
You who have taken the bread from my hand
and left me nothing?
I came to you
and shared my news,
my glorious news.
I stood there,
naked,
as my diary,
and waited for you to love me.
But all you did was shit upon me,
uncurl your tongue
and strike
with your cynicism.
All you did was ask me
to be
what I am not.