Before Senility
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I'm not as shy as
When my mother talks about love and seduction with me.
It robbed me off my boldness to look into her eyes when her choice of words with me are too mature to accept.
Like I had grown wings overnight
To talk with her about men.
She will tell me like a psychologist would
Advising me of those things I shouldn't
She could tell me more of a morale
And oblige I pick a lesson
Lest I bring shame upon my father's house
And become a disgust in her bones.
She'd always call me into the house
And she would talk into my ears about these things
Like they were divine laws every woman child should adhered.
These sometimes I wonder if my grandmother did the same when she was once my age.
Then I realized she'd ought to do so before senility that It may not be too late when the table turns.
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