Mother, Me (In Two Acts) -------------------------------------------
I. (You Sound Just Like Your)
Don't say I'm like her.
I know we have the same Aphrodite's hair, although hers is surely not that garish shade of platinum naturally
and mine is more like autumn wheat than Celine Dion's death.
I know her German freckles mimic my Irish ones,
and I'm sure at one point
she had a frame similar to mine
for our respective ages
in all the right places.
our eyes reflect vastly different lies
and the french-speaking social studies teacher
can never truly come face-to-face
with the bastardized spanish-dabbling theater minor
who dangles words
like the other dangles chandelier earrings
she was never a punk
i was never a semi socialite
she was never a butch
i was never a true cheerleader
she was never nuts
and i never had that particular grace
nor that fragrant air of heir apparent dusted lightly on her face
our voices sound similar
but one is normally higher with a hint of red wine and Bruce Springsteen records
another is alto with with flavors of summer storms and lawn gnomes.
yes, we share traits
but God and whatever else knows
each is separate
and each is more
than the sum
of the parts.
II. (Does This Make Me Look)
I stare at this vacant void that is my closet
there's an awful lot of black brimming with bruises
though not nearly as much metal as I recall should be there
and it seems like vestiges
of remaining fairy-tale hair
rest here: go in sixes
i haven't found my sevens yet
nor the perfect thirteens-my alter ego fears those twitches
i don't think i could pull off boho-
that breezy attitude on me comes off as rude
nor can I ever ditch the leather
but apparently there's a piece of elegance left
in this place where I've always felt least deft
i'm not all chains but I'm not all lace
and the delicacy happens to hide the spiked mace.
that's all I'm saying.
if I told you more I might have to kill you.
that fairytale look I'd never pull off;
i'd so much rather run off in my knight's armor or better yet
the page's tunic
(and wouldn't THAT raise a few questions)
and again, i'm too much of a bitch to pull of boho.
Well I find it a little different from your other efforts and it also comes over very well. At my younger age I don’t have such a likeness affair with my family except with my daughters of course. Even that is limited to “you have that Nel family countenance” and “we can see you three are sisters”.
Well I believe you will overcome these issues without needing to find “shelter” in a cave attitude or something similar.
I think well done and luv u Jm.
I have this issue too, as many do, only it is my father not my mother and it kills me every time. Luckily, there are fewer and fewer people I know that ever met my father and so this cuts down on the old phrase.
This was great to read --
Act One: the same but different. Concerned with both what sets you apart as well as what brings you together.
Act Two: What a riot.
Both were just ...truly and thoroughly enjoyable. It's not often you come across that around here, and with such personality. That's what this has: personality. I also like that you took two very common sayings and spun a poem off them.