It's days like this when I feel my mother's hatred upon me
It's moments like these when i feel my mother's regrets of having me
Its days like these when I see deep in her eyes, the resentment towards me,
little does she know what I have been given,

At times I often think about what I could have done if I had the power in my hands,
And all I wish is to go back to where I came from
Because for me, the love that's supposed to be a mother's love is only a stone cold ice that just  cannot break no matter how hard I try to,

It's days like these when I can almost feel her ripping my heart off my chest by her left hand because in her right hand... are her children
It's days like these when I question my biological root
It's days like these when I feel like I am of another tree and not this one,

I sit and wonder how she would react if I woke up and found that I have all the good things in the world, what would happen with my mom then? Would she still hate me? Would she still undermine me? Or would she take her children and throw me out still?

Some would say it's just how things are when you are a sibling,
But I wonder if that goes for twins too
Can a mother love one twin and hate the other?
Is it possible?

I guess I will never know until I have a pair of my own
But this sounds a lot like a story of my own

© Simphiwe Buhle Ngqokwe