PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Mother


my mother says she doesn't know why I care so much, what people think of me. isn't this the way you raised me, mother? "I can't wait until you care what you look like" "don't act like that in public" "you can't wear that to school" "brush your hair before you go outside" I never knew why you cared so much, what people thought of me.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.