Shasparay - Daughter Dysmorphia
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Shasparay, performing at the 2022 Womxn of the World Poetry Slam in Baltimore, MD.
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“I’ve got body dysmorphia because nobody notices the difference between our flaws and our beauty marks” Damn, that hits hard 😭
This poem gave me a lump in my throat because I’ve never been able to fathom me and my mothers relationship into words. But I think this poem just did !
"but loved her enough not to be an aide in my own rescue" 💔
So many of us sacrificing ourselves for our mothers...and for nothing...
An intense rollercoaster of a trophy child.
This was amazingly too real "I look like everything I'm trying not to become."💔
Thank you Shasparay for sharing. This explains my relationship with my dad...I'm even two days away from him in birth. I was born two days before his birthday. I am also a poet and I wrote several pieces about the relationship I share with him so I thank you for being brave enough to share your story. It gives me the courage to share mine. Much love!!!
THIS WAS AMAZING!!! Your performance was outstanding and you are such a talented poet. This poem hit so close to home because I too look a lot like my mom, my abuser, and everytime says I look like I have to agree but I don't like it. My mom has had CPS called on her five times and nothing has been done. She recently had a baby with the man who's son tried to rape me in my sleep. She only allowed me to talk about my truama when it made her look like she was my hero. And she will never admit or understand what she has done to me. I will not say understand your pain because I don't but I see you, I hear you, and your poetry made me feel less alone.
also feeling less alone...I see you, thank you for sharing ✊🏻
Same... Only my mother never had CPS called on her. Instead she waited until I had my family over the past 3 years she has called CPS on my husband and I 10 times. All cases closed and dismissed, but the damage has been more than done. Still working on forgiveness, but there will be no reconciliation. This hit so close to home.
I ugly cried for an hour. This my mother and I to a GODDAMN TEE. Thank you for putting into words what I couldn't.
I started sobbing almost right away. Your words are so true to my soul. How tragically beautiful.
The truth of the scars and trauma to be put into words like this is beyond incredible. Shasparay, what a beautiful gift you have of a talent. keep on shining girl! Always remember TRAUMA DOES NOT HAVE TO DEFINE YOU
This is fucking phenomenal
An absolutely amazing piece! I love the emotion in every line delivery and the power of the last line shatters me time and time again.
The amount of phrases that hit way too fucking close to home oh my god this woman is absolutely amazing ❤️❤️
"she calls me her biggest mistake & her pride & joy"
She’s a brilliant poet!
The pain in this poem my God !!! You did AMAZING girl sheeessshhhh ❤️.
Too many people have been in this situation. She is brave to share this, whether this is her true story or not.
I’m so grateful I’ve been guided to the poetry culture. It’s amazing to see the amount of people I can relate to and the stunningly similar experiences
Screaming just screaming. This was gorgeous
Terrific writer AND performer. Well done darlin and keep that head up high and keep writing, it’ll carry you thru…. from another poet who just turned 70, and my “mother” tried to gas my 2 siblings and I when I was 2. We spent the next 4 yrs in foster homes until my dad remained in order to regain custody of us. Then spent between age 7 to 17 1/2 being raised by my loving but alcoholic father that had me at 50. He died when I was 19. And I never got an explanation from her when I met her at 19 as to why she tried to kill us. But she was very obviously mentally ill and spent only 5 yrs in Camarillo State Hospital for attempted murder of her own three small children. You keep doing you, and you’re a beautiful woman inside and out and your mind is splendid and made to share.❤️
Too well written and performed ❤️♥️✨
My Gosh! This gave me goosebumps
"I don't tell her that, really, I look like everything I am trying not to become" *snap, snap*
Power personified!
Beautiful poem!
I'm nonbinary but i don't really get a lot of dysphoria for it, just some super specific ones. The dysphoria I experience for the most part, is the fear of looking like her. I heard it all the time from him, right before he made fun of her for all her flaws. I felt nauseous every time I heard her talk with pride about how our baby pictures looked identical, bc she chose the set up for those pictures, and every torturous picture after. Trying to mold me into her. I can't do a single hobby that she loved. It makes me sick. Every time I hear anything that she might have said, even totally innocuous things, I feel sick. I am also trying not to turn into her. Our society acts like this is a problem as old as time, but most people don't look so much like their mothers that they see their trauma when they look in the mirror, when they open their mouth to speak
This touched me on an emotional level I didn’t even know I had 😭😭
chills
On FIRE!!
Chills 🥺
Chills. 💕
😭😭😭 in tears
i just know this is gonna strike a chord in so many ppl
this hit too close to home :(
Sheeesssshhh🔥🔥🔥🔥
Seeing this LIVE added to the beauty that is Shasparay.
This one hurt
Damn girl. 😭 🫵🏽🫶🏼
I too look exactly like the mom that made my life a living hell. 💜
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
whewwwww me and my mother
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"(She) Told me to keep my own trauma out of my mouth so she can keep up appearances."
Whew
Praises me and then rips me apart. I wonder if she is my sister.
Dad and I
Jesus