My Mother’s Curse

Sacrifice, rage, and the daughter who heard every word.

Are you deaf?

I've been roaring your name

To fold these clothes

The sleeves are all wrong

To balance these checks

See how much money I spend on you?

To read the mail

I taught myself English listening to

Michael Jackson in the radio

Sesame Street in the TV

To scrub the toilet

If you can't eat off of it 

it's not clean

enough

I've had enough

Damn you

The disrespect

Black and blue

I'll go to prison for this

But I don't care

Teeth clenched, fist balled

Broom raised, weaponised, striking

Wet shame underneath, the thick bleach

cracked skin

Scream aimed and fired

You're just like your father

I came to this country

nineteen years old

left my family for you to get

an education

You're wasting

my sacrifice 

After what you've put me through

I hope you have

A daughter just like you

Ariel Fox

Ariel Fox is a writer trying to understand what it means to build a home from nothing—no inherited traditions, no family ties, an intentional island. An Azorean-American now living in Connemara, Ireland, her work moves through estrangement, migration, and the quiet, disorienting task of becoming someone new. Her debut poetry collection, Maldita, is in progress.

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