Unfiltered

My mother never filters her own speech
among her family or closest friends.
Whenever I’d correct her and beseech
her to speak gentler, she’ll excuse herself
by claiming that such freedoms only reach
to those she loves the most. She’ll justify
impulsive with affection’s guise on each
occasion when her language most offends.
Sadistic comment classes she could teach.

(Magic 9)

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