Pouting

I hate my mother >:)
She hovers like a hawk,
Above me she waits.
Watching for darkness to come my way,
To swoop down and stop it,
In its tracks.
Yet still I can’t decide,
If I’m the darkness.
Does she fear for me,
Or fear me.
Is she protecting me,
Or protecting the world from me.
In her mind,
I am to commit a terrible crime,
To crumble the world in my hands.
Does she even know who I am,
As I sit in her shadow,
Pouting.

By Jennifer Walker
Published: 5/16/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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