MY CREATIVE MOTHER

My mother was a fashion designer and always wanted to work but she lived in a country where men didn't want her to work. Men thought her fantasy was evil. 
he wanted to dress black women in a country where they always wore dark colors and black. She fought to bring color to a sad country full of people who always judged her. 
But she continued to create, she was always there for all those women who wanted to be not only dressed but also listened to. But men judged her badly because she put strange ideas of freedom to those women who were often treated badly by their husbands. I'm talking about a small town that wasn't as modern as it is today. 
Those were bad times for women, and men expected women to all stay home and have children. 
My mother had received the gift of creativity and she would design her own dress patterns in order to bring some happiness into the lives of those sad people. 
But everyone made war on her and so when she met my father she was forced to leave her country because she understood that it was very difficult to destroy a tradition that had been going on for many years. 
She was sad about her choice, which my father had requested, but she always went back to her country and took an interest in those women. She was a kind of fairy who wore beautiful things, who listened, who did magic with clothes and everyone loved her. 
She passed on this creativity to me but I live in a country now where women only think about money, where they never smile and where they only think about buying dark and black clothes and I can't do anything because I'm judged and criticized and I feel very uncomfortable because i don't do the same things they do and i don't have any friends and i only listen to my cats. 
What is the use of so much imagination if you can't give it to anyone? What is the use of creating so many things if I then have to keep them locked up in the attic?
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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Nemesys
    Nov 25, 2022 @ 20:49:13

    …it serves your way of expressing yourself, it serves your creativity, woe to you if you don’t indulge it.

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  2. seekingdivineperspective
    Nov 29, 2022 @ 03:04:03

    Is that a picture of your mother???
    If she brought joy to others, her life was important. If others wanted to stay in their dark worlds, she couldn’t change that. But she did what she could and didn’t bury her gift, and that’s great.

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    • Fairy Qu33n
      Nov 29, 2022 @ 10:26:40

      no, it’s not one of them. I have nothing from my mother, neither Love from her. She doesn’t talk to me from 5 months. Neither my sister. I’ve noone anymore. My family has destroyed from my father’s death day. This is only a far memory, what I wrote in the post.

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  3. seekingdivineperspective
    Nov 30, 2022 @ 02:39:14

    I’m sorry about your family. Please feel free to email me again any time.
    (bascha3870@yahoo.com)

    Reply

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