A sad sigh
Is gently released
Through clenched lips.
As my mind wanders
Down memory lane
With the numerous albums
Filled thousands of photos
Of me.
Documenting
Thirty-five years
Of living
A horrendous lie.
My mom
Has taken
Of me.
Just like
My old cub handbook
And anything else
That reeks
Of this falsehood.
I want them
All burnt.
Honestly
These objects
Only matter
To one person.
My mom.
To her
As witnessed
By her actions
And body language.
I have
Already died
On July 1, 2006.
Why keep
These fraudulent images
For many
She has stalked me.
With the camera
Like a tiger does
To its prey.
Knowing
My countless requests
Not to.
And deep animosity
Towards
Having my photo
Being taken.
Not
That she
Ever listened
To me.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: My mom and I have had numerous fights, over her taking my photo, without my permission, over the years. To the point, I have deliberately gone out of my way, to spoil any chance photo, she might take of me. Just one more case, of her, not respecting the boundaries, I set up, for myself, with her.
2 comments:
Oh how awful that she stalks you with a camera. You have valid reasons to be upset by this. No one should have their photo taken against their will.
My mom operates on a different logic system, than most people do, Mary. She about 8 large albums of me, to about 3, for my younger brother.
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