This is what you know :
–your mother does not understand you on any level. That she still thinks your favorite color is Hello Kitty, and that you want to become a wizard.
she wouldn’t understand this new fire in your heart–this burning flame in your heart that sings a lullaby in your heart. Sings with a song you cannot describe.
You know she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t say, “I’m happy for you” as the movies do, or anything good.
You think if you were to die tomorrow, in a turn of bad fate & twisted events in the movie of your life meant to make critics rave. Your mother would rate the film a 2/10, “incomprehensible.”
You know this on a level of understanding, your mother has never had with you.
If she’s been given a script & has already been spoiled, she’s still surprised when the big reveal occurs, the big reveal that leaves her shell shocked.
Like you’ve just told her you’re dying of some horrible thing.
Like you’ve just revealed she isn’t actually strong or good or powerful to the viewer.
Like she’s just raised a liar, a fool, and a coward for a child.
You know this because– her lungs are wrapped in ribbons in the reveal and she has no words for you and her face is marked by her disappointment and her horror and her cruel words.
She sits in the passenger seat of your car and the thunder roars around you. It is dangerous to sit in a car in a storm. It is dangerous to sit in a car with a waiting bear.
She sits in the passenger seat of your car and the tension builds until it snaps like the thread of her ribbons.
When you drop her off, she says nothing. What do you say to a bad ending after all?
You know your mama will be disappointed. It’s all you know after all.
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