One for Mother
It is so hard to find a birthday card for you
You don't fit into any category
You don't fit into anything actually
A mother (don't even want to be one)
A daughter, or a wife
But you are the light, you are the way
An encyclopedia in an unstable mind
How could you manage to be
Such a know-it-all and such a failure?
And those mismatched socks and shoes
Sooooo embarrassing
Why don't you cut your hair short like other old ladies
You know is is growing thin, and gray
No lemme be honest, white
Would it be an act of surrender
A sign of ultimate defeat?
You hide your diary from me
(I will sell you out for sure)
You close your door to me
"If she will die then so be it"
Why people think I would be hurt?
I am just darn impressed
I've always been a fan of Medea
We read ancient poems together
"The moon rise on the sea as the tide comes"
(translation: "The yellow light bulb reflects in the dirty water")
Before we go fix that flooded toilet
Or you go take on a catfight
Or train me to take on a catfight for you
If it takes a bitch to live well then we shall be bitches
Just keep going going going
The bottom of the food chain is neither amusing nor enchanting
So have I made it? Not quite yet?
Better hurry up, time is running out
But you slow down
Don't grow too old
And don't you dare to die on me
Because we have some ---
U-n-f-i-n-i-s-h-e-d business
I will show you the world
I will rise so high
Beyond your anticipation
Beyond your expectation
Beyond your imagination
So prepare to eat me, drink me
Inhabit in me and live through me
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