my Mom's smart
like Really smart
a Phd
a Teacher
a Writer
I like to think I'm smart Too
by test Standards I am
I'm a Nerd, through and through
but test are Dumb
According to my mother
they Don't measure right
just like her Hips and Thighs
(the same size as Mine)
and I'm Good at math
but I don't want to do Anything with It
am I Wasting what she Gave me?
I don't Know
but she's Never much cared
I stay good
but we'll Talk about it when I don't
I do a lot
but i'll do it on my Own
and i'll struggle
with all she gave me
intentionally, unintentionally
does it really matter?
cause in this world you Inherit
you inherit
debt
hate
guilt
expectations
and a Mother
who Hates her body
but loves Yours
who shows you a God
for you to Forget
who Gives you things
that you don't Always want
my mom's smart
I might be too
mom,
that's up to you
YOU ARE READING
All you want me to be
PoetryJust some poems I've been writing. This is a way for me to gain experience and criticism, so please leave your thoughts and ideas. The first few chapters may not be my best work but I don't want to delete anything since I want to see my progress so...
