Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Mama

I want to be good,
Mama,
Have lots of friends,
Lots of beaus
And such.

I want to make
The world accept me
As it has everyone else,
Mama.

I want to laugh
Like a fool
And smile
Like a clown,
Mama.

I want to be
Everything
Everyone want me
To be,
Mama.

But we can't
Have all
That we want.
I'm sorry,
Mama.

1 comment:

Very Top Five said...

Nice little poem, I quite like the last line repetition in each stanza, and the interesting undertones of frustration and the maturity and regret.

 
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