TW: parental wounds, parental neglect and family trauma

I am processing my mother wounds through my art, here is one of my many art pieces about my mother. My maker and muse.

I am learning my voice and learning how to record it.

May 2026 reflection - after 7 years of no contact with my mother we are speaking again. 

Image Description: A pixlated picture of a Nigerian women wear green traditional wear looking away from the camera in a white hall way with dark carpet.

Lyrics:
I'm in my thirties tryna heal my soul
mother you hurt me
say you don’t know
mother mistreatment
was served up with hate
A mother's mistreatment
You can relate
You hurt me

You hurt me
And She hurt you
So you hurt me
Mother wounds x2

Controlling
and shaming
and blaming
so nasty
neglectful
stone walling
rejectful
and loathing

You hurt me
Cuz she hurt you
Mother wounds

your disappointment is sure
your hatred rings in my ears
I can not bear it no more
you narrate all of my fears
goodbye