• Endria Richardson


Last time I wrote

a poem about my mother

I was twenty

and still believed

a mother

could not love

what came out of her. 

I was confused.

Now I’ve seen mothers

who were still ninas

when they gave birth

talk about how ugly they baby was

“ay that thing look like a toad

how much it hurt,

talk about how they baby daddys,

they mamas,

they doctors

wouldnt hold they hands

and how they screamed

and none of that

meant a thing

because it was they




#bendito #mom #poem

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