“Today’s offering comes to us from Charles Bernstein’s list of poetry experiments. In particular, today I challenge you to ‘write a poem consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.’ Honesty is the best policy, after all, so get it off your chest!” (NaPoWriMo – About)
your mother was dying
you considered aborting
for fear of insufficient nourishing
at birth
your arms were embracing
from your lips, words of sadness
in a tiny bundle
underdeveloped
covered in body hair
no contest to your first-born
yet your love, all the same
when did the domination begin?
to wear this but not that
to use grace while stepping on a path
not to let the shoulder rise for a tote
head up,
relax neck,
one foot before the other
make them heed a tight distance
arms, not swinging back and forth
but rather in harmony with the rest
draw liner outside the lids, never mark the inside
mascara, only on occasion
no need to color the lips
the cheeks
but cover acne
with dark shade powder
multiple layers are desired
wear long hair uncaged
but not below the waist
no need to access the lack of height
Henna is a must
for it enhances
the beauty of olive skin.
He is the ever first
besides, too young
a bookish boy
an only child
his mother over-demands
his cousin over-reacts
his aunts, too modern
He, a dream come true!
In looks and in age –
No need to meet every day.
His mother…
His sister…
No, no! Not at all okay.
hülyaswritings 
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