Why do you treat me like this?
I'm not a little child.
I'm a growing woman, mother.
I'm not going to go hog wild.
I need you to believe me,
but most of all, respect me.
I know my limits, mother.
Please tell me you agree.
I try to do my best,
for you its never good enough,
It seems like everything I do,
you have to huff and puff.
I know I messed up,
a few times before
I hope one day you'll see,
I'm truly not a whore.
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Written August 16th, 2003
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I totally connected with this poem. I agree with Wolfpoet absolutely. Its funny how that works out. Great Write. You captured the feelings and frustrations of this situation really well. keep it up. thanks for the comment on my poem.
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thats kinda a tuff thing kids/teens go through, always trying to impress their parents, earn their respect and so on, its never easy, then their are some parents you can never please no matter how hard you try, you captured that very well in this poem. great write.
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Our parents are the people in life we most dearly want respect from, but the people who are always the last to respect us. I feel this poem
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