By Mira
Date: 18 October 2000
Mine
Don't be so impressed by me,
by what seems like maturity
or a generous heart.
If you could hear the screaming child
beneath the calm voice
willing to give nothing---
howling
mine mine mine
at the top of her bratty inner child lungs
she doesn't care that others will be hurt.
She doesn't care about your inner torment.
She only cares that she loves you,
and will hate me forever
unless I find a way
to keep your heart next to mine.
And I have tried to reason
with this hideous, shrieking monster---
and she kicked me
bit my leg
and threw a tantrum
that would have made you marvel.
Who is this awful child---
and why can she not accept with grace
the things I am trying to do?
Because she believes if she holds on tightest,
she'll win, pit bull style.
I try to be a lady,
and give you room to decide
for your own reasons,
which might give you cause to wonder
if I love you less
then this screaming brat in my soul.
So just once,
I will try it her way,
and say in a trembling voice
amazed my presumption
and audacity---
Mine.
And I will pray that it is true.
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