By Julia Wysokinska
A speaker reflects on their treatment of their mother.
dear mother i wonder what you think of me as i sit in my room in the warm spring afternoon my blinds blocking the bright yellow sunlight but a lamp plugged into the wall illuminating the space i wonder what you think of me sipping imported brewed bean water from far away crunching on mass manufactured cane sugar grown on islands brought by steamboats i wonder what you think of me blasting the air conditioner instead of cracking open a window and letting the gentle refreshing breeze cool me off i wonder what you think of me as i stand in the shower for hours on end as viable water washes over me just so i can lose control of my mind for just a moment it seems i wonder what you think of me buying clothes everyone else is wearing made from silk cotton velvet leather only to wear it for a season and retire it to the depths of my closet i wonder what you think of me taking a joyride in my dad’s car using gallons of gas to circle the parking lot blaring music to block out the pointlessness of it all i wonder what you think of me as i take what’s yours and run it into the ground with no concern as to what it means to you or how it must hurt cause pain break you.
The idea for this poem came about during a Girls Write Now workshop in celebration of Earth Day. We were prompted to write poems about Mother Earth, and I decided to write from the perspective of someone who’s being careless with the Earth’s resources. I wanted this to be a multimedia piece, and so I utilized my graphic design skills to create an abstract accompanying set of images.
Julia Wysokinska is a high school junior. Born in Poland, she now lives in Queens. She was first published in second grade, co-writing a book called "Cool Facts You Never Knew About Sharks," and she can’t wait to be published again.