Mama tried

Drunk in a

Bathroom stall

Tiniest of graffiti

“Mama tried”

And a mystery

Unfolds,

Always about myself,

Did she? Oh no!

Really?

She tried?

Past tense

No longer trying

Read: wasn’t successful

Transference

I failed

“Way to try mama”

I try to encourage her

The her,

The mother

Who still

Won’t accept I’m a lesbian.

“Way to try mama,

Way to try…”

I read “mama”

As a secret code

Only I know,

Hidden

Like I remained

For years,

But she still doesn’t

Accept me

So the graffiti

Mystery

Matters very little

To this mother

Except

If only

We could

Save all

The others

The pain

Of lost and forgotten

Mothers.

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