Standing beside her mom.
The teenage photo of my mother,
From an old album-
Her gleaming eyes with dreams,
Boats and untamed seas.
It breaks me when I see her in
The kitchen now.
Maybe it is the story of all
The moms. They capsize their
Boats. Erase their seas.
Forget it all for a compromise.
They should all gather in a
Place one day. To stare at this
Singularity called society.
Stare long enough till
All of us could understand.
Leave understanding,
At least acknowledge.
Stare enough till the guilt in us
Oozes out like an angry river.
The guilt of confining them,
The guilt of hiding their teenage
Photos from themselves.
Guilt of killing their dreams and
Guilt of how it has been a
Systematic genocide.