A Stern Poet

I hide beneath your red crimson sweatshirt The one you were always too shy to wear Dog finds me out after everyone leaves you are the all-star of your family I'll  trade post its for paper, you'll see think I just reek? that a socks job not me I am a different type of monster Mothers always pushed you to eat your greens Guess you just took that a little too far all flavors tempting you to break your swear how dare you, an unrighteous affair I am a different type of monster We’re heading off to NYU in September first you made honor roll then honored me once with me that 4.0 falls to a 3 Grades smashed. I’ve stolen neuronal power I don't tip toe to your mattress and "boo" Trepidation of reflection comes soon I am a different type of monster Ill make your nights more sacred than any cathedral make your days long so that you long for me Your mom will see your transcript, dial a call you shove me under a red, worn swe...

Dearest daughter. What would you like to be? an artist, singer, gymnast, play timpani? The world has a fee and your past does too Your papa walked frigid Russia daily Until his ligaments were so achy  become an engineer, provide for us yet you so sneer at education dear we then moved here despite our polar hearts we haven't gone far for you to not go far  you keep saying "dancer" and not "doctor" why dont you understand from where you came! Dancers crushed by critics and taxes the same need listen to papa.   He says " dont sleep" dreams meant for 6 hours of the 24 a day please Luba stop sleep walking life away