A Paraphrase of "The Victory" by Anne Stevenson 1974
I really wanted a child and thought I had everything I wanted when you were born. Giving birth was hard on me and you. You cry a lot, and the sound of your cries makes me angry. I grow tired of listening to your crying that makes my ears hurt. When you're hungry you make angry faces. I don't know why, after all these things that you do to me, I still love you. You have my heart, but I don't know why.
From "The Victory"
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