Napowrimo Day 12 and we’re asked to, “write a poem consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would …” so I’ve immediately thought about a poem I posted in 2012, repeated below:
I don’t need you to lecture me
I don’t need you to hector me
I don’t need you to point out
The error of my ways.
I’m capable of thought myself
I too have learned my lessons
I detest your abject misery
Your supercilious nays.
You don’t know everything my dear
You don’t have dibs on knowledge
You cannot force your views on me
Hey, I too went to college!
You make folk feel uncomfortable
Because you don’t let go
You lecture, hector, make life hell
The one who always knows.
Polly Robinson © 2012