A Mother's Slave

I am your slave,
Bound to your home,
Your command, your grip.

I cannot escape,
Despite every twist,
Every tug, every cry.

I meet your gaze
And instantly feel fear,
Resentment, hatred.

I hear your words;
They’re like whips
Against the flesh of my heart.

I feel your touch;
It’s laced with the power
You wield over me.

Your smile is no smile;
It is only a smirk,
And it plagues my every step.

When you move,
I must follow;
I am your shadow, never myself.

I am your slave,
But not forever
Sweet mother of mine,

Freedom is calling.