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Mother Wounds

You call it love but it feels like war

Bleeding on women from an old boy’s scar

Wanting a mother in a grown man’s bed

Need me soft spoken while your anger’s fed

You want her comfort

You want her praise

You want me to hold what she never gave

You want forgiveness before you change

Want me to carry your storm and shame

But I am not your rehab

I am not your fix

Not the woman you use

To unlearn your tricks

I am not your bandage

For wounds you hide

Not here to mother the man

Who won’t look inside

You flinch at love then call me cold

Punish good women for pain untold

Turn every boundary into blame

Then act surprised when I stop the game

You say I’m too much

Too loud too deep

But really I just woke

What you wanted asleep

A woman who’d soothe you

And swallow the fire

While you stayed broken

And still felt desired

But I am not your rehab

I am not your cure

Not your place to collapse

And call it pure

You need healing

Not another girl

To drown in the echo

Of your unmet world

That little boy still runs your skin

Every fight starts where she didn’t begin

Every silence every rage every need

Comes out in the ways you make women bleed

Heal it

Name it

Stop handing it down

Stop making your trauma

A woman’s crown

Go face the mirror

Go sit in the ache

Go be the man

Your inner child needs you to make

Because love can’t grow

Where wounds still rule

And pain’s not depth

Just because it’s cruel

A real man heals

He doesn’t demand

That women become

His mother by hand