Sunday, November 11, 2007
If I Were Your Mother

If I Were Your Mother,

I'd slap some sense into your head,
To fill your foolish heart with dread,
I'd arm you with the self control,
I learned from years and years before.

I'd hold you while you cried in shame,
For all the boys who now could name,
All contours of your body whole,
And called you a skank and a whore.

I'd round up all your so called friends,
Interrogate them to the bitter ends
Of the earth for their complicit part,
In every tear you shed,

Round up them boys, and blast them away,
For taunting you like they did that day,
I'd unleash the wrath of a mother's heart,
On every bastard's jackass head.

I'd place you under house arrest,
Till you learned it's not proper to get undressed,
In front of strangers who're laughing at you,
Not laughing with you as they say,

I'd teach you that it's OK to be sober,
The shame of being the drunken disrober,
The security to know that friends who are true,
Don't require some stupid display.

I'd let you know people are jerks inside,
They'll smile at you, then go snotty and snide,
They'll tell you they think you're super hot,
Then laugh at your cheapness, my dear.

I'd try, in short, to get you to see,
That you're only as worth it as you want to be,
I'd tell you that life's a melting pot,
Of confusion and darkness and fear.


You know what the scary thing is, guys? In maybe 20 years, I COULD be this girl's mother. And it sure as hell won't be that easy then.

I wish someone had told her this....I really do.