(To my mother who could not love me)
I was the best
daughter-slave,
but she snubbed me.
I was the yearning
one, and she turned
to me for
comfort when
I was eight.
She was the
beautiful one,
breathing her
Salem smoke
into the Summer
air,
commanding me
to work
faster.
After years of cruelty,
she
said, “You
are my only
joy in life.”
I said, “I
don’t believe
you.”
It was the only time I
had the courage to
speak
the truth.
About the Poet
Professor Brandler appears in Who’s Who, author of four books.
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