Stay good, stay pristine
and you won’t give me a showing up.
Stay silent, don’t move,
and I won’t need to show you why you’re sorry.
Stay mine, don’t have an opinion,
and I won’t slap you around my table.
Stay perfect, don’t pull your ribbon out,
and I won’t need to adjust you in public.
Stay close to me, don’t challenge me,
and I won’t need to give you a showing up.
This poem is for NaPoWriMo Day 20, challenging us to write in the voice of a family member. This is from my abusive mother.