Mrs. Crawford

I can see the deceit you wear on your sleeves
Rolled up showing off your outdated rebellion
An open mind is always corrected
Truth is a doorstop

This is when you choose to interfere?
Do you know how many things I do let slide?
Jewish people don’t eat dessert first
Children were being abused

You want to ruin my life
With your faux-martyr routine
And passive aggressive guilt trips that you use on your children
You are your mother

My happiness is not in your control
There will be no choice
No competition
Love is pure and love is mine

Genre: -poem

Tuesday, February 2, 2010 —