Susan by Breanna Reyes My mother was born screaming She’s a loud woman Made of rose petal thorns She taught me to take up space To speak in volumes, not chapters. My mother’s favorite color is purple The color of royalty, of spirit, of ambition She worked late nights and early mornings Came home with bloodshot eyes And a bloodier tongue She taught me to take no prisoners Even if that meant offing your friends My mother is one of the smartest women I know But kindness often takes a back seat To candor She taught me the world is hard on women like us So biting our tongues isn’t an option My mother sacrificed for me Over and over again Late nights and early mornings Dinners and performances missed Ambition left to simmer on the back of a stove As she filed her thorns to points to keep me safe My mother screamed me into this world And as I am preparing to scream my daughter here too I only hope that she has taught me enough And that my daughter is born screaming Just as loud as her
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Breanna Reyes is a 25 year old aspiring author. She has been published in a number of journals and anthologies. Breanna is currently writing full time as well as expanding her family. She lives in sunny central California with their husband. She enjoys the beach, crocheting, and painting (very poorly) as well as writing.