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.

Author: Darlene Franklin-Campbell

I am a poet, novelist and artist living in the Appalachian Foothills. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm. We are timeless entities stepped into time.

9 thoughts on “Smother”

    1. 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.


    1. Oh, Val,

      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.


  1. “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.
    Great title.


      1. 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.


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