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I FIGHT THE URGE TO BAWLI fight the urge to bawl Must be civilized I am woman I am mother All the pain oozes through my veins Raising Manchild Mothering Womanchild I must be strong Must not show weakness I am mother after all When I ache, I shudder, I cringe I feel what I feel And only I alone will feel I am alone raising my children I fight the urge to bawl No room for tears I am mother I fight the urge to bawl But I do What I have to I raise my children alone Dark Spain Spring 1997 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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