Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Here's one that was ~not~ well received

Mother of the Year

Don’t tell me you love me
So you can throw it in my face

Don’t ask if I’m okay
So you can snide my choices

Don’t pat and smooth my hair
So you can pull at the tangles

Don’t look into my eyes
So you can see your reflection

Don’t teach me about sex
So you can demand abstinence

Don’t call me your daughter
So you can justify your life

7 Comments:

Blogger Cecilia said...

I tasted the bitterness and pain in here. You brilliantly covered that.

11:53 PM  
Blogger ScarletSphinx said...

thanks a bunch!

6:27 AM  
Blogger Angry Warrior said...

Amen to that.

It annoys me to no end that no matter what she does, I will always keep that door open to her... only a little bit.

Love yer poem girl.

:-)

10:09 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

at first, i thought it meant someone else..but now i think i see its true meaning.

u a convoluted one, arentcha??

so am i..only u say it better! ::smilez::

4:53 PM  
Blogger angrygrrface said...

...can I print that out and give it to my mother?

7:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I recommend wall-papering her house with it for full effect. But that's just me.

Scarletsphinx

5:31 PM  
Blogger IFMU said...

I like that.

5:29 PM  

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