Go away, go away, go away.
Don’t ask me what’s wrong
why my face looks “funny”
or why I look bored.
Don’t brush my hair back,
nor touch my cheek.
Don’t question my tone
or say I walk “odd”.
Do not notice my make-up
and ask me why I wear it
or say “what’s wrong?”
when I choose not to.
Don’t tell me my clothes are “clingy”
or call me when I’m late
to see if I went to Wal-mart…
Just go away, go away, go away.
9 thoughts on “Smother”
I could spend hours reading your poetry, Nochipa. Wish I could write it as well as you!
Hope you’re well and life is being good to you.
Thank you, Colin.
That is a high compliment coming from you. I adore your poetry and also, I just visited your website. It’s fantastic. I love the press release with the black and white photo and the excerpts, all very fine.
It has been my misfortune to have known a few people like this and you have brought them to live with your expertly chosen words.
I’m pretty convinced that such people, often well-meaning, are abundant in everyone’s lives. And at times, all of us want to shout…just go away and leave me alone for a while. haha…thank you for your comment.
“or call me when I’m late
to see if I went to Wal-mart…”
This really puts it in perspective for me, it really screams go away all by itself.
Your ingeniousness with words continues to flow with such a beautiful vigour! Wow! Wonderful piece.
And you are so very kind. I have missed seeing you.
Not kindness, my friend, but your own merit makes you deserve every applause. You are gifted and humble 🙂
And I have missed being here too, I became extremely irregular with the internet and blogging. But now I am trying to be slightly more active. Looking forward to your beautiful creations 🙂 Peace.
Thank you, Sumedh. Your site is so beautiful.