We have relied on our mothers but they have relied on brothers and Lord I will tell you it hurts! It hurts to feel the pain of that mother wound. You will think that you have to be better (you don’t) you will think that you have to try harder (you can’t) you will think that when that day comes she will call you! You will think she will call you on the telephone, in her darkest hour, but it will be him that she calls, I tell you it hurts my sisters it hurts our hearts! That mother wound runs as deep as the soul. You will look in her direction and plead silently that she stop calling you things they all called you, you think she cares about you? She might, but it will not come through my sisters it will not come through oh the pain we experience, when it is a betrayal of our mothers - who was betrayed by their mothers - who was betrayed by yet their mothers. Short cotton candy skirt black cotton top boots in the summertime and I look at her and I feel sadness, in my heart you better believe, that we have felt that sadness my sisterhood! I have long cried for my mother and who I know she wanted to be to me, to them, to her, to us. But she will side with him and she will never believe your lies, are they lies? Are they thick, ugly lies that you’ve concocted? Tell me sisters, have you ever lied in your life? Or are you just a victim. She will not rendezvous with you, she will not be there, you will beckon her at the wrong times to speak her own truth to hear you say like the Queen of Swords, how mother, Lord tell me how mother can I possibly be strong if you’re the one pushing me six feet under, how! And she will blankly stare. That is when you will find yourselves, when the sky turns black and no souls are left that is when you will look for the Mother within and she is glorious sisters! Glory be to God above I can feel her every day! You will live by scraps you will never receive the love you deserve but you will give it, to yourself! Hear me sisters, you will give it to yourself! I promise you nothing in this world is impossible with the help of our Lord Jesus Christ, in Satan’s name, I take it. And you will recognize ‘I swallow my pain because she swallowed hers,’ in the face of men everywhere, the ones who ain’t kind but the ones who terrorize! By the grace of God you will save yourself from the mother wound. Please join me in holdin hands and sayin a prayer on three.
~Odell in 1928 southern Mississippi
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