Mother

The frustrations.

Below the flesh and tissue

I feel

Unexplainable emotions

 

Perhaps that is why

My mother doesn't

Understand me

 

Mother, more complicated

I am

Than a loaf of bread

Because if you slice me up into pieces

You don't find the same things on the inside

That appear

On the outside

 

Mother, stop controlling.

G-d has given you a fully fuctional ear

To hear

Me

 

Mother, there is such a thing

As plain sadness and anger

So please, Mother

Do not blame it on the television

 

Because if you had heard

Me

You would hear

That I am not that type

Whom prefers to plop my lazy a*s on the couch

And think simple thoughts

 

So when those unpleasant feelings erupt

Through my mouth

And through my eyes

Mother,

Do not embarrass me.

Please

Please do not tell the others

 

They look at me differently

And, Mother, I feel ashamed

But you just can't seem to help yourself

And your beak just breaks off of its body

And just runs, runs, runs

 

And now alongside the

Sadness and anger

Is disappointment

 

I don't loathe you

Just this

Deaf

Immature

Assuming

Edge of you, Mother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Julesy]

I really liked it

[Bard Constantine]

Echoes of frustration and tragic misunderstanding. Powerfully expressed.

[Matthew Kult]

Very interesting and deep. Something personal from within? Well written and a great read.