I wrote this poem in 2004 about my oldest son. Even though, I was 17 when I had him, I always tried to be the best mother for him. I worked to support him since I was 18, he was one of my biggest motivations for going to college, and even though I was extremely insecure as a young mom, I learned to advocate and fight for him to get the services and therapies he needed when he was diagnosed with autism.
Me haces sentir una tristeza profunda y me estoy deshaciendo por esto no sé qué hacer sabiendo que amas a otra me siento desamparada siento un alboroto interno Y viéndote con ella ahora veo que fui otra estúpida más