I didn’t spoil easily,

not even as a child

I took the treats in my stride

and resisted my mother’s attempts

to mould me in her image.
I knew it would ruin me,

arrest my development,

curtail my growth,

my flowering.

So I was ready for you 

when you tried.

You tried.

But by then

I knew who I was

and there was nothing you could do 

about it.



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