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La Cosa Nostra Princess

you entered my world 
through an unopened door 
dazzled with my mind catering 
to my thoughts I'd wondered 

your extreme motive night and day 
desperately trying to focus above the old man 
whom desires attention unsettling tantrums 
while throwing around muscle and mayhem 

cautioning my every breath 
the cold calm of meeting behind hidden cafe's 
nook's of silence while you plot and planned 
your next caper my eye's wide shut 

I do not belong here an yet 
your passion for control again 
there I was weeping pleading 
for serenity and peace among your wars 

old disagreements while you earnestly avoided 
conversations of truce among the families 
hindering goodness you folded your small arms 
and pouted as I glanced at the virgin mary 

handing you a prayer card you quickly discarded 
throughout your sudden inmmature haste dismissing 
of your friends inviting your enemies over for espresso 
and stale skoans again I bravely began to chip 

my pink nail polish a quiet notion of controllable fear 
I'd yet to allow you the pleasure of showing anxiety
really beyond your cold fashionist banned 
I suppose simply because you enjoyed bullying 

quiet calm helpless me why you found great pleasure 
in tampering with my sensitive nature 
I gathered I'd opened the door to some kind of debt 
you felt the entire world owed to you 

kindred malice I suppose as you racketeered 
my prayers extorted my smile I watched your 
uniquely small hands groping the stone ware coffee cup
eagerly demanding the waitress returns once again 

just to endure another insult you tactfully 
said under your breath before she nervously 
messed up your order happiness was so very 
far from you an yet you purposely put on 

an artificial sigh of cheerfulness only to lure 
more innocent bystanders to your evasive personality 
for the sole purpose of owning the right to make 
another poor soul completely miserable in you presence

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 8/29/2021 8:11:00 AM
The trials and tribulations of motherhood are brought out in this beautiful poem. The 'mafia' is associated with negativity while every mother feels like a queen when it comes to their children. However many a time parents and children encounter growing pains which might result in them feeling like they had 'opened the door to some kind of debt'. This composition works well because of the poet's use of language which is very effective.
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