i wonder if my daughter will grow up
thinking all moms get sad for no reason.
on sundays they put on make up,
but stay in bed on rainy seasons.
i wonder if she grows up thinking
all older brothers need diaper changing.
all moms dont wear wedding rings,
and find eminem rap songs soothing.
i wonder if she grows up with the belief
that daughters are the commanders in chief
bringing tissues when mom’s having “the sad”
kissing the tears while mom’s “down bad”.
i wonder if one day she’ll be surprised
growing up means always using the restrooms.
i wonder if one day she’ll realize
why her mom has her own bedroom.
Forever a Pretender 