The Broken Pearl Necklace
So I came across the post Picture it & Write and here’s my version of it
Sorry dear mother , our shadows do not coincide
Inherited may be your genes , your dreams not so
Forgive my frustration , patiently waiting to erupt
When I broke your necklace , it was far too much
I associate with black , do not drown me in pink
Eight a princess , eighteen rather an assassin
Gloves of leather , not lace , my trembling toes
struggle to please you , bored beet cheeks
are flaring from self hatred , not feminine fragility.
Thick roots have grown , but branches my own
Stop directing them , I do not wish to deform
myself for you , my sympathy at your loss is true
Ambition urges me towards roads abandoned by you
I plead for freedom , my sacrifice bleeds dry
Must I fouetté myself out of this , mother ?
Let swans be swaddled , eagles are extensive
Tonight the stars constellate for my performance
Empty is the dance floor , but brimming are my goals .