Narrative Poetry
Like My Mom
Poetic Musing
Like my mom —
I prefer male companionship and avoid women who
speak of nothing but make-up, remodels, and fashion trends,
instead drawn to tough New Yorkers who tell you
what is and what isn’t — brutally honest and direct in your face
opinions without stabbing me in the back.
Like my mom —
I feel more comfortable in business attire than in frilly dresses,
embracing the power suits over sundresses,
finding confidence in crisp collars and tailored skirts.
I gravitate towards the angular commitment of academic halls
drawn to conversations about justice and social change
where advocacy replaces gossip and ideas lead to change.
Like my mom —
I stand firm in spaces that challenge and inspire,
where words weigh more than appearances,
and the sound of progress is louder than small talk.
Like my mom —
I prefer listening to political news stations,
reading the Irish Times, Il Corriere, La Opinión
or any other thing I…
