poetry critical

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Assignment (4 of --)

of the matriarchy,
not one had raised a child
i wonder, then,
when it was they started saying
she is the prettier,
much more charming version of Her”
to fool me into
an apologetic arranged marriage
with the sins of my mother
and when they bit at me like rabid dogs, i ran
they were no mothers of mine

12 May 14

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You could call this "Mirror Mirror."  This is perfectly concise, and that makes candor on the subject...poetry.
 — Infrangible

 — DeformedLion

long time between drinks. were you locked up?
 — DeformedLion

I freakin' love DL - he does cool comments. this is my poem of course.

 — ElsieTime

Missed you too, Lion.
 — Aziel