She will knead you and need you
Willing you to agree
You will know you have a universe brewing
But she will convince you that
it is only a lowly branch scratching at the door
You will grow up wanting to throw up bits of colour
Because it makes you something she is afraid of.
You will constantly fight to find yourself within her constraints
Always falling short
Never sure where you lie.
She is
The type of mother that lets you know
Your beauty is fading with your worth.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
She will knead you and need you
Willing you to agree
You will know you have a universe brewing
But she will convince you that
it is only a lowly branch scratching at the door
You will grow up wanting to throw up bits of colour
Because it makes you something she is afraid of.
You will constantly fight to find yourself within her constraints
Always falling short
Never sure where you lie.
She is
The type of mother that lets you know
Your beauty is fading with your worth.
First Poem. Still trying to find my style.