"But don't tell your mom." My mom is a powerful, soulful, amazing woman. She always knows the answers to my hardest battles, but she is wise enough to keep them to herself until I learn on my own. She is my protector when I am too weak to protect myself, but she is my trainer when she sees my potential to rise and fight my own battles. People see the strength my mother carries, and they are intimidated. Thus, the saying and title to my newest piece. Enjoy, but be leery it isn't an easy read.
"But don't tell your mom"
by Britiany Arnold
Grandma's house was always the best
A chocolate chip cookie for breakfast
Diet Coke before noon
Grandma is the boss,
Or so they say,
"But don't tell your mom" she whispers
The neighbors were always intriguing
The basement smelled of patchouli
"Want to see how the French kiss?"
He's 17, her boss since she's only just learned addition
"But don't tell your mom" he whispers
The walk back home was an adventure
Tall trees and large undergrowth
He pulled her into the tent as she passed
A man too old to not know any better
"I know what you've done... my turn"
He whispers, unzipping,
"But don't tell your mom"
Mom's new boyfriend was too comfortable
Rap music blared from the computer
He opened a browser, three x's marked the spot
She sat in a chair, close to 13
"I know who else has done this, and I'll tell," he whispered
"So don't tell your mother."
She huddles in the bathroom
Tears stream down her face as she tips back the bottle
Pills spill to the floor
He busts through the lock, scooping her mouth clean
Holding her
Crying
"You have to tell your mom"
The hero has left, turned to a villian
Alone, she seeks refuge in the familiar
They meet alone, to talk, he says
Words are lost as desire fills his chest
Slumped over, she waits for the finish
"But you really can't tell your mom," he begs
The phone dials out
She holds her breath, unable to speak
"Mom," she says,
"I just don't know how to tell you. Please don't be mad,"
"You can always tell your mom," she whispered.
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