I wish

I wish I believed my mother when she said that there will be better days.

That the sky isn’t the limit and I really can do anything if I set my mind to it.

I wish I believed her when she said that I truly am beautiful and brilliant and everything I was sure I wasn’t.

I wish I didn’t think she was just patronizing me or saying these things because she’s supposed to, because she’s my mother.

I wish I saw myself through her eyes and most importantly I wish I could go back in time to sit by her side silently and she’d know exactly what I’m thinking.

I hope my mother believed me when I told her she’s resilient.

I hope my daughter will know to love herself better than I did, better than my mom knew to love herself.

We women, we are always willing to love others so quick to fix and heal others yet never ourselves.

I wish I knew that there is no good in love if you can not learn to love yourself, first.

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Grace Wickremasinghe

Grace Wickremasinghe is a 23-year-old Sri Lankan spoken word poet and a Law student at the University of London, who moonlights as a content creator from Colombo. Youngest writer to be shortlisted for Greatiean Prize for her second collection 'Closure' and World Black Water Poetry Festival in Ireland. She’s the author of three published spoken word collections, Perception, Closure and Not your baby.