Broken Dishes

By , Summit, NJ
My mother broke every dish in the house that day.
Everything was left in disarray.
Minuscule pieces from the pots and pans lay
On the floor only because I did not obey.

No, on that day, I did not obey.
The queen of the house, I did betray.
But she broke more than the dishes that day.

My mother broke my pottery piece that day.
The one she made for me out of clay.
Inscribed on top was the casual cliché
“Be mine on this Valentine’s Day.”

But on that day, I did not obey.
The queen of the house, I did betray.
Yet, she broke more than my pottery that day.

My mother broke my wrist that day,
As I tried to make my getaway.
I could not escape her cruel foul play
When she found out that I did not obey.

Yes, on that day, I did not obey.
The queen of the house, I did betray.
But she broke more than my wrist that day.

My mother broke my heart that day
As if she were a lion chasing after her prey
She seized me, bruised me, and pushed me away
She said she never loved me a single day.

Yes, on that day, I did not obey.
The queen of the house, I did betray.
As soon as she left, I decided to pray
For someone to save me from that day.





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