Daughter Teenage Poems

I am woman: Request?

I am woman.

What does this mean?
Am I the lesser for it?
Should I stand up
for my Self?
How will I live?
Or die?
Or grow old?
Will...

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Mangoes, golden and full, their scent~
a whispered promise of mischief.
My fingers sticky, my heart pounding.
My mother’s eyes—wide, unblinking.

“Where did you get these?”
Her voice, a blade...

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A PERFECT LIFE

My head is full of aches and migraines 
Eyes filled with tears and pains
I am trying to mask it with a smile 
Thought...

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So keen to get it right
Desperate to stop the cycle
I gave you love, trust and freedom
Used to turn away from the light

The lies never showed...

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Doris had not seen that teenage girl scowl for over twenty-five years
But here it was again,
Staring down her mother
Her daughter asked Doris, “Have you ever...

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Mother I just wanna say 
Can you promise you won't be mad 
Mother I just wanna say 
I might be gay 
Mother will you love...

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The festive furious festival of
Fifteen and fourteen year olds
Had functionally formed the
Teenage takeover brigade. 
The boy and girl gladiators they
Were everywhere. And DJ had 
His...

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My dog died
The lights got cut off
I just got fired
Toi lost the remote

My house in foreclosure
Johnny got robbed
My car got wrecked
Toi lost the remote

My momma...

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I never asked for this gig, she reminded them.
Her father was apologetic, but wizards are weak.
Her mother rolled her eyes at the weakness of him.
You...

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I swear, my parents act like they were never teens in a pandemic growing up.

I was watching “Perry Mason,” an HBO show set in the...

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Cycles
by Michael R. Burch

I see his eyes caress my daughter's breasts
through her thin cotton dress,
and how an indiscreet strap of her white bra
holds his bald...

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I hear the door open.
It is my chance.
I run up from the basement to 
see my darling offspring who used to
love me, sneak out of...

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I just wish people would leave me alone
And stop asking me what happened to my phone
I had my phone out at school in the hall
But...

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The flowers, sweet and guiltless, bloom
with early morning sweet perfume.
She braids her mother's auburn hair.
Naive is she, she's unaware.

Your life is not a fairy tale,
the...

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My ladylike mother, raising a blue-jeans daughter
     No dresses for my back-to-school shopping-
After school shortcut with Amy, my friend
  ...

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