Deadbeat Daughter

Watching Día de Muertos as a non-Mexican,
I felt as though I should have known this earlier.
Reminiscence on how I have been a bad daughter,
how many young mothers have been forgotten,
even by their daughters.

For I am a convict to this.
No one talks about her anymore.
Her name was a taboo,
her picture a bad omen.

Having another mother when I couldn't recognise mine
made me forget my status.

Is she at fault? Of course, NO.
Am I at fault? Of course, YES.

Loving another shouldn't make me forget
the person that gave me life.

What a deadbeat daughter I am.