Black Or White
A quarrel between white and black
Occurred between my mother and I
I say black
My mother yells white
Is it a battle between darkness and light?
Is it an obsession of some kind?
Is she the angel and I myself become the demon?
Just because I picked a color that matched
Matched my personality
Matched my exquisitely
Black smolder?
Dark being?
Mysterious soul?
Just because she’s my mother
Doesn’t mean she can control my habit
My choices
I wear what I want to wear
I think what I want to think
I choose whatever my mind plans
No orders from her
No decisions she has to make
For me
Thank you for everything
But my life isn’t yours
Mother I don’t care what people think
Let them die thinking
It is me
It is me that is talking
It is I that is acting
No orders
No orders
From you or anyone else
Start understanding that
I know you want the best for me
But I know what’s best for me
If I screw up I’ll deal with my mistakes
If I succeed, I want you to be happy
Please mother
No force…
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