Across the Spectrum, Poetry Front Page

depressions of symptom

If I ever become an acclaimed writer,
I’d worry about the interviews
because I don’t know many words.
I don’t speak well.

The interviewer might ask me about motherhood.

I don’t know what I’d say
because I don’t mother well.
I stay in bed until it’s time
for my child to eat and bathe.

I tell them to eat and bathe from my bed.

Doorbell eviction bell baby wipe showers.


Mush inside chrysalis, I hope.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoy Raising Mothers, please consider becoming a sustaining member to help us remain ad-free. Invest in amplifying the voices of Black, Asian, Latine(x), Indigenous and other parents of color at our many intersections. Tiers start at $5/month and reflect your financial comfort. 

Support Raising Mothers

Filed under: Across the Spectrum, Poetry Front Page


My name is Camille Posey. I am a 31 year old single mother from Pittsburgh, PA. I write for Black mothers because I am one. This work is vulnerable and raw. It hurts and heals.