Poems : A Collective

A conversation with my mother - 3

“Look at this, look at what you've done wrong. Here and here and there too”

“But what about what I've done right? Every Time I try to do that right you tell me to shoo”

“Don't talk back to me! You've done everything wrong and you know it and you don't get to act like you're better than me.”

“I only said I am trying, why won't you just listen and see?”

“You're a child. Your opinion is irrelevant and you know nothing compared to me, you had best believe.”

“Why do you depend on me for everything then? Why do you have me doing everything you should be.”

“You are a monstrous child, how could you say that to your mother? Do you even love me?”

“Oh”

“Well? Answer the question you insolent whore”

“Yes, mother”

“Why do you have that awful tone?”

“I just want to be left alone”

“Are you getting an attitude now? Are you gonna whine and pout and complain?”

“No, because I know if I were to speak my mind to you it would be a crying shame”
“What was that?"

“nothing, nothing mom”

“Get out of my face before I kick you out of my home”
“Yes mom”