I Am My Mother’s Daughter

March 12, 2019March 9, 2019 ~ Erisel Cruz

I am my mother’s daughter, she hates it.
Hates the strength and independence she bled into my veins,
hates the haughty glare in my eyes when I talk back,
hates my careless disregard for tradition.
She hates my loud, boisterous laugh,
hates how I roll my eyes and scoff at society,
hates that I don’t give respect unless earned.
Mostly, she hates the depth of her pride in me.

Published by Erisel Cruz

Erisel Cruz is a social media & communications consultant for Utah Dine Bikeyah, and writer based in Maryland. She's an avid reader, gaymer, Pokemon Master, and lover of fountain pens. She is a web administrator of For Colored Girls Who Lead and Teh Lunchbox Publications. Find her on Twitter chatting about pop culture @EriselCruz or on Instagram hiking and journaling @erisel. View all posts by Erisel Cruz