I speak but she does not hear,

My words fall upon deaf ears.

Her mind is set in stone, And my voice just does not have a home.

My mom makes her own proclamations,

Without room for my observations.

She thinks she's always right,

And doesn't care if it leads to a fight.

Her excuses are always at the ready,

To defend her actions that are not so steady.

She says she's too busy, Or it's just a phase and I'm too dizzy.

But I know the truth in my heart,

Her actions tear me apart.

I wish she would listen and understand,

That I too have a voice and a stand.

For a mother's love is supposed to be kind, And not just meant to bend and grind.

To my mom, I want to say, Please listen to me and pave the way.