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Mannequin Mother (disposable daughter)
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From Hell to Helsinki ...Her brainwashed mind believes that she has never in her life committed the simplest sin,
But all the makeup and concealer in the world can never hide the devil within...
She wakes up every morning on the wrong side of the bed,
Greeting each day by wiping away another toxic tear that she has ceaselessly shed.
Upon entering her adopted daughter's bedroom, she lets out a sigh,
Staring at the question mark, left alone to wonder why.
Instead of kissing her on the cheek, she spits on the teenager's face,
Ashamed of what lies in front of her; a corpse in a deplorable state of disgrace.
She thinks of her sleeping angel as nothing more than filthy whore,
After spending two hours on her makeup, she exits the house and slams the door.
Her tarnished heart beats to the rhythm of downright dismay,
But all the pills in this world won't make her pain go away.
Putting on her toupee, what a sad display, she tells herself that everything is going to be okay,
But she faces the same problems every single day,
She's all dolled up for the soiree; her life is no more than a play,
But her makeup is starting to decay; she can't be seen this way,
Hurry! Go grab the eyeliner, the lipstick, the hairspray,
But all the hair dye and bleach in the beauty salon wont hide the candid shades of gray.
A women who has never gotten drunk, not once has she gotten high,
She lives a life that is very dull, desiccated, and dry.
She lives a very proper life; everything must be done the "right" way,
Elbows off the table, legs crossed, and before you eat you must always pray.
God forbid you break one of her golden rules,
She'll kick you right in your family jewels.
"No chewing with your mouth open, no burping at the table", she screams as if she was associated with the Third Reich,
She'll send you to a concentration camp for doing anything that she considers to be unladylike.
A distorted perspective of the world her eyes must be seeing,
She punishes and scolds her daughter for merely acting like a human being.
A devoted Jehovah Witness, she lives her life through the word of the Lord,
But no God in His right mind would offer to this woman the ultimate reward.
Just because she lived a flawless life, she expects her daughter to do the same,
The family picture lies on the floor in a broken frame.
The daughter tries her best, but it is never good enough for her mother,
She comes home from school everyday to the same question; "Why can't you be more like your brother?"
Afraid for her life, even afraid to be herself,
She empties her pockets and places a Durex on the dirty shelf.
She asks her mother in a responsible manner if she can be put on birth control,
Instead of being a responsible parent and making an appointment for her, she sticks a pitchfork through her daughter's chest and steals her soul.
Instead of taking her to the doctor the get a prescription for that wise white pill,
She puts her daughter in state where the only pill she wishes to take is the silver metal pill that corrupts and kills.
The daughter prays for help and stares at the shimmering sun,
Wishing her mother would enroll in a class for Parenting 101.
This women believes that appearance is the only thing that the world cares about,
Instead of facing the truth, she always chose to travel the alternate route.
Her daughter lives in fear while she herself lives a lie,
Upon leaving the little girl's bedroom, another toxic tear spills from her arid eye.
She possesses a hollow heart as cold as ice and as dark as a lump of coal,
The long awaited time has now come for the seperation and silence to take its tragic toll.
Perfect scene for a broken home; the daughter helplessly searching for her signs of salvation, acceptance, and vitality,
While the mother is merely putting on more makeup to obscure the truth, her mistakes, and any remaining signs of reality.
...Her brainwashed mind believes that she has never in her life committed the simplest sin,
But all the makeup and concealer in the world can never mask the mannequin...
Spectacular array of the broken home's grey area turned into rainbow...
good stuff. You put a lot of work into your writings, and they flow very nicely.
Mine are crap compared to yours. i have a poem called manequin, i don't even remember what it says though. maybe i should read it again.
hi Ed,I see so much pain and anger here. It's a great emotional piece but I feel bad that you have to go through this. Consider though, you say mom puts on makeup to hide things. Perhaps she had a messed up childhood,perhaps she was abused,perhaps she feels she has to put on a false front to get noticed.That says to me she has a lot of unresolved pain herself. Instead of getting angrier try talking to her. Tell her you want a heart to heart at length and ask her what her feelings are aboutbeing a mother,about being a woman,see if you can find out some background on her past to better help you understand where she is and if that doesn't work see if you can get her some outside help whether it's a friend to talk to ,yourself, or a professional. You both deserve better in life then living with so much pain....