No Mother.

Breaking the societal norms

The single woman in her mid thirties on your street

The one your mother makes references of

Every time she starts the discussion you run from

That is supposedly not a good example just because 

All the rings she owns are self purchased,

No loud joyful noise rings from her house,

No masculine scent lingers in her abode,

She is no woman to take after

For she is no woman at all

All your mother owns is you

No real certificates to show forth 

Her pride is in her boasts of struggles to raise you,

Pinning your head in the soil with expectations,

Her life long ambitions have been willed to you,

She is a successful one in the society’s rule book

She is a woman to take after 

She is a woman indeed 

You are a child torn in the conflict 

The desire to own wads, a couple of bricks in your name

Walls designed with golden awards, trails of academic accomplishments

You want to afford the life you want, afford a child to grow

Grow with the Man that understands your goals,

Adores and respects your business mind

But The rule book is reminding you

25 is old, 30 is ancient, 35 is an abomination 

Your mother is buzzing in your soul

25 should be 2, 30 should be done, 35 should be reaping fruits

Breathe.