Analysis of Mother Me
Having kids is hard when you don’t have any support.
If I could go back I would not
I don't say it out loud
Because I don't want to be judged
I love them yes, there isn’t a doubt
But they are time consuming
They have taken up my entire life
My days are a single routine
Everyday just goes into one and that ain’t right.
I love them yes, but they don't feel
for me
I am just here to meet their needs
and it doesn't matter what's
happening with me.
I would probably have one not
so many.
The worse thing could happen to
any woman is having your career
boom at the same time when your
children are growing up. You always
gotta choose.
Me or them, someone gotta lose.
I go somewhere and
my mind is at home. I can't enjoy being out because I am always thinking of them.
There is no me, just them.
To raise, nurture, take care of them fully, I have to be completely engaged, my career/ambitions doesn’t allow that.
Being a parent is hard work and that’s a fact.
The worse part of it.
Mothers today are not okay.
We are burnt out.
It can’t always be like this,
There must be another way.
Looking over baby pictures. I wonder how I missed those moments. Why wasn’t I present then?
Nah I was trying to make ends meet, the means defines the ends.
I can’t wait for them to grow up therefore I don’t get to enjoy any of the process because I can’t wait for it to be over so that I can be sane.
So that I can be free.
I tell younger girls, don’t make the same mistakes.
Make sure this is what you want.
You don’t want to be like me.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1011111111001 11111111 111111 01111111 11111101 1111010 1110110101 11101001 101110110111 11111111 11 11111111 0110101 10011 11100111 110 0111101 1010110101 1101111 10110111 101 1111101 1110 111111101101011111011 111111 11101111101111010011010101011 100101110101 01111 1001111 1111 111111 1110101 10101010110111110111101 111101111010101 1111111111111011010101111111110111111 111111 11101110101 1111111 1111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,572 |
Words | 335 |
Sentences | 26 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7, 8, 3, 2, 5, 2, 5 |
Lines Amount | 39 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 145 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
About this poem
An ode to mothers around the world. These are trying times. We have a community out there and we understand. Things will get better with time.
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Written on August 17, 2022
Submitted by Creyan2008 on August 21, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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