Wheat Woman
Born on the first of September
when summer flowers are dried out
and falls coldness is on our shoulders,
where the seriousness of books, pencils and papers begins.
There I was born the only child,
a blend of big city New York and small town California.
My mother's rival, dad's joy,
I was a nice, agreeable, cheerful, and shy child.
There were not many buttercups in my childhood,
I did not have many friends only toys and color crayons to play
with,
The truth is being a quite introverted child gave birth to who
I am now.
A Goddess worshiping feminist poet.
My mother dearest Blanche has always been jealous of my free
lifestyle
I remember she called it was late and my girlfriend was over.
One of the things she said, "You had more free sex than
I did".
I never did got to say" Mom what about the consequences.
The two abortions were not free."
I have finally decided it is
time to stop swallowing the toxic energy of Mother dearest's
envy.
stop hide behind the mask of niceness and cheerfulness,
stop before it is to late,
find the key to the basement of my repressed rage and fury,
release the guilt of not living up to being the perfect Jewish
daughter,
feel the emotions and sounds that were once taboo,
come together passionately in a field of strong and sassy wheat.
© Marcia Moonstar 2014
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