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.
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Erisel Cruz is a web/media manager and writer based in Maryland. She's an avid reader, gaymer, Pokemon Master, proud Slytherin, and lover of fountain pens. She is the proud aunt of the handsome devil seen above and mother of two spoiled Husky/Labs, and hopes to one day own a cat named Minerva (tabby or otherwise). 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.
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