Aug 2014
The scratched iron cooking ***
full of my mom's beliefs
hit the floor,
spilling its spoiled contents
onto the scratched hardwood.
In a firm tone, the word rolled off my tongue.
**"Enough."
full of my mom's beliefs
hit the floor,
spilling its spoiled contents
onto the scratched hardwood.
In a firm tone, the word rolled off my tongue.
**"Enough."
Mom, I am not you. I will not live according to your desires. You can't force me to stay here, so I won't. This poem speaks of a clash between my liberal and my mom's conservative beliefs.
