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
posted by Scarlet Sphinx at 12:21 PM
7 Comments:
I tasted the bitterness and pain in here. You brilliantly covered that.
thanks a bunch!
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.
:-)
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::
...can I print that out and give it to my mother?
I recommend wall-papering her house with it for full effect. But that's just me.
Scarletsphinx
I like that.
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