Yesterday
my mother asked me –
Why do you act so strangely
as if you are different from others?
And for the first time I understood
why she hates me so much -
what she dreamed of was someone who is not different,
someone who do not have her own handicap.
Being incapable to overpower her genetic trait for being different
I have become the failed attempt of a woman
to overcome her own miserable fate.
