PIECES OF ME
The Hood Is Everywhere.
But YOURS isn’t Anywhere.
You taught me to never play with my underwear(s).
But I thought You Meant to never soak my wears.
I could not understand your idiom for fear of my tears.
You Wanted me to Avoid learning about the tears.
In Your Stead, I took it upon me to learn.
About the desires you warned me to never near the Den.
I got Curious and lost all of my reign.
Against Capabilities in my realm to complain.
For I choose the mess and I got the whip.
It should be okay, but it’s not.
I got the whip a couple more times than normal
My Hood isn’t Anywhere But in Yours
Yet, I feel you have only a Big Piece.
A Big Piece that contains smaller pieces of me.
It’s been smashed internally, yet it is holding out.
You hold it dear. Never let it go.
I want You to Hold it Dear
But I also feel you do not deserve that burden.
It’s too much, let it shatter, I am scared,
But it should not be held out by you
Who warned me to cherish me.
I painted an unnecessary picture,
Now I am already dainty with different colors.
Creating side pieces,
Side Pieces that would be displayed soon as me.
Me, then the orchestrator.
I might get a reward or not.
It’s all part of the plan,
Plan to hold on to the pieces of me.
My baggage, my garbage
They are all pieces of me
And you are the permanent hood
Oh dear, MOTHERHOOD.
That holds it all together like a fixed puzzle.
~~~~~ HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY ~~~~
WRITER - OBA COBBASH
CREATED FOR - C.O.B.A.A.