They say, they can’t control her,
I say, let her anger have its voice.
They say, she cannot be contained,
Her mind is a cage.
Let her spirit be free.
They say, she won’t fit in, here.
Why need she pretend anymore?
They say, she will not eat,
She hungers for so much more than food.
They say, she will not sleep,
Let her rest upon your shoulder.
They say, she cries all day,
Tears are transformative.
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.
© Mandy Edwards 2021