They say, they can’t control her,
I say, let her anger have its voice.
They say, she cannot be contained,
I say,
Her mind is a cage.
Let her spirit be free.
They say, she won’t fit in, here.
I say,
Why need she pretend anymore?
They say, she will not eat,
I say,
She hungers for so much more than food.
They say, she will not sleep,
I say,
Let her rest upon your shoulder.
They say, she cries all day,
I say,
Tears are transformative.
Nevertheless,
My heart feels broken.
They say, her singing is like Mae West;
She says, “Do not compare me. I am myself.”
So proud of you, Mama.
I gaze into her eyes, and say,
I love you,
She says, You are a sweet, sweet girl, Mandy.
Oh, Mama.
© Mandy Edwards 2021
