Moraes- Letter To My Mother

"You sit alone with your Church
And the memory of the son
You have scarcely ever seen.
You pray he may be spared
From the arms of the blue wife
God raped in an orchard.
You do not understand me.

I am tidying my life
In this cold, tidy country.
I am filling a small shelf
With my books. If you should find me crying
As often as I was a child
You will know I have reason to.
I am ashamed of myself
Since I was ashamed of you."

-Dom Moraes (Letter to My Mother- I)