‘Who am I ?
what is my calling?’
said the girl all of nineteen
‘the existential angst plagues each human’
the girl observed gravely.
The mother kept quiet wondering
did I provoke too much?
did I prod and probe where it hurts?
the desire to encourage can sometimes be detrimental
the urge to awaken can sometimes irritate.
The junk food lover nodding to western beats
was wiser beyond her thoughts
so the mother sat quiet in awe of the thinking teenager.
Long hair dangling
elongated breasts touching the navel
aged with wisdom of living
she spoke softly
I lived well
I was told how to live
I felt the right emotions at the right time
I was told what to feel and when
I expressed rightly
I was tutored what to say and when
I knew I was happy
I was told what happiness meant
the ecstasies and the exhilaration
of living were cast in iron for me
Since this was so
I never complained
Until I let my hair lose in the morning and night
As my arms flailed
I discovered a someone in me too late
She was a stranger
I had no answer for her
except that I taught my girls and their girls
to feel what they feel
to laugh and smile
to live as they want to live
with my long hair and long breasts
they take me well
so I speak
let tomorrow be free!