Conversation With My Mum
(When I was four)
Me: “I’d like an apple, please?”
Mum: “Why would you like an apple?“
Me: “Because I’m hungry.”
Mum: “The question is not whether you’d like an apple, but whether or not God wants you to.”
Going all the miles
Too young to travel,
Not able to construct,
A policy to unravel,
Christian fundamentalism,
The Catholic cry of the fundamentalist mum,
The voice of parent sinner,
Against the education of the tum.
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