You Are Not My Mother

This poem is about my older sisters who recently moved in to my home. With their move, they brought their dominating personalities with them. This is my response.

          You can yell,

     Scream,

    And Fight,

       But your point will never come across.

 You can tantrum,

                      Control,

  and Dominate,

        But, I will defy your laws.

   You can Tan,

      Beautify,

     and Shave,

But I will always find your flaws.

         You can patronize,

       Demand,

    And Criticize,

But your words will never hurt me,

Because you are not my mother.

And no one will ever be.

Author's Note

So here's my first attempt in writing poetry. I tried, so please be constructive in your criticism. I'm open to all critiques. This was written in free write.

Reviews

[Lucien Maier]

Strong, the anger flows through nicely. But Anger is never a first emotion. To make the poem really talk to the reader you need to be honest with yourself and find the core emotion and address that as well.

[StoryTellerWriter]

PASSionate. angry.true.yet deep inside, i think you long for a mother.