Mama Told Me
Mama told my first role was to reflect my beauty
Not covering it up
It’s my role to stand pretty and not show sad emotions
And whenever I mis-step or stoop to low
I just say “Thank you kind sir”
My true emotions can never show so it doesn’t displease anyone
(Hello? Can you hear me?)
Oops… you weren’t supposed to see that
Mama told me my second role was to act beautiful
Not becoming ugly
The mirror mirror on the wall should tell me I’m better than them all
The magic tales of their youth should be in me
And whenever I made a mistake or messed up
I just say “It’s my pleasure, sir”
My true emotions can never show so it doesn’t displease anyone
(Hello? Help me!)
Oops… you weren’t supposed to see that
Mama told me my third role was to keep going
Not look back and say something
I’m an appetite to anyone who sees me but I should never exude it
I should stay put because quiet girls are pretty girls
And whenever I'm caught off guard with my hands tied and back against the wall
With only the darkness to my companion and the tears as my testament
I just say “ Please be less rough sir”
My true emotions can never show so it doesn’t displease anyone
(Hello? Help me!)
Oops… you weren’t supposed to see that… never suppose to see that
Never suppose to see me, never suppose hear me… never suppose to heart the pulsating of my heart as it sings the song of humanity being dried out from my veins until what’s left is dust of all I could've been if you could’ve seen that
Copyright © Michelle Aguilera | Year Posted 2023
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