mom is watching

by Jiana Johnson, Creative Writing 

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Just make sure that you kiss her before you go

That your hands push the locs away from her eyes

So that she really sees you, all of you

Your secret anxieties of being discovered

Impede you from indulging

In all that she is

And she is everything

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by Jiana Johnson, Creative Writing

 

This is what you wanted, right?

To hold his hand

To be his lawfully wedded, whatever

In holy matrimony

So, why must your eyes wander?

To the other side of the fence

Where she dances in circles

Displaying art in motion

In the eyes of God, you can do no wrong

But we are taught that you should fear him

Your gaze lets me know, that you do not