Little Miss Stubborn

Wildlotus
Wildlotus
Jul 22, 2017 · 2 min read

She is young a sampaguita in the farm
but stubborn as a mule and a pain
in her mama’s chest

Her day cries if she doesn’t get
what she wants and days get longer
if she refused to do the chores

Stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
It echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear

It isn’t her mama’s equation to solve
but she repudiates and spews dormant philippics
Like an erupting volcanoes

Stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
It echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear

But her papa was different different as he was
He held her stubbornness like a baby
in his arms so fragile

He put her in a hammock and heard her cry
like a deep broken voice no one hears
and saw her dark shadows no one sees

He, whose heart flows in her veins
lifted her up and soften her heart
As she lay them down his chest

She whispers upon the moon for a change
many nights before she retires to bed
But like ravens their feathers always black
and will never turn to white

She can’t understand why her mama only sees
the ugly face of stubbornness
but then for her she finds beauty from it
An ornament her breast wears

A Determination!
That’s what she is

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