To you, my parents.
Mother dearest, do not put thy hand on me
and tell me to lay down.
Lay down and go to sleep.
Lay down and be meek.
Well, I refuse!
I am not the puppet you made,
not something to be gained, Mother.
With all my heart, no,
not that organ that pumps the vicious adrenaline
throughout my circulatory system,
but my figurative heart.
The one that carries my feelings and emotions.
The one that carries me.
With all of that heart,
I wish you could see that I'm not an it.
I be a me.
So close my eyes and tell me to lie.
I am not crafted anymore.
This puppet has cut her strings.
She will not do your bidding.
And fight for an object's right for life.
Father nearest, don't tell me to lay.
I am not an object to barter
I am not an object that you chartered.
I breathe and see,
but I forget that you can't see.
So I scream and scream
and break your knees.
Still, you curse the object you made,
never realizing that I can hear every word you say.
I am NOT okay!
I will lie here
because I am a person.
Not an object who lurks in
the back of your mind.
Still, you say it's fine
and don't worry, it can't be alive.
I'll work as you want and pray for the day
that my feelings come through.
Because it's not true.
When you say "lay,"
I dream for the day when it becomes "lie."
Points:
Time spent:
IP address:
Canary word: Present
Possible AI signals:
Original Text:
Are you sure you want to delete this comment? This cannot be undone.
Mark this comment as a review? Points will be awarded to the poster.
Your comment was posted, but it wasn’t long enough to count as a review. Reviews need about four complete sentences (at least 250 characters). Try writing another review that explains your thoughts in more detail — the author will appreciate it, and you’ll earn points for it.
140,854 Literary Works • 673,694 Reviews
It's a beautiful poem. The whole being your own person. I feel you. I looked for imperfections and saw "I Be Me," I don't think that is proper, but leave it there. It's great. I feel it. Keep it up, okay? We need daring and talented writers like you.
I really like this poem, I really love the part when you said I Be Me. It was a daring letter of independence. I really liked it, I think that we all have to tell our parents we are grown now. But mine already know, I don't deal with that. But still, I liked it. I am going to press the like button.