Third Generation Mac N Cheese

In 1954 she proudly walked off stage with a PhD

Under the guise of equality

Another victim of Gibson Girl ideology

For her daughter she was forced to neglect

There was no sympathy

Yet she too chose to play rather than to dissect

The Parts

So she became a mommy And a daddy

In 2004 she showed me her PhD

Which I viewed from a place of childless disability

Ersatz Cheap Glue

Broken like I used to be

Antics bring out a narcissism new to me

React or Run

Hanuman thinks this is fun

Eyes wide open with toothpicks

Every dig bites like a tick

Sympathy for the pawns of the devil

Knowing the pain in which they revel

Only death lifted my veil

Any move can only fail

I don’t want anyone to die

Rather just cry

The mountain of grief they refuse to feel

I cannot heal

We Are One/Are We?

The first discovery that narcissistic tendencies often lead to abuse may lead to a glimpse of freedom;

Or may enable self righteousness, becoming part of the distortion.

But upon further inquiry,

It seems that some souls are beyond repair

That they were never shown real love

Glimpses into painful pasts become hard to bear

Mothers and Fathers long gone will never be there

Lifetimes of insecurity as authority

Children within ever aging wrinkled bodies

Everywhere.

Freedom feels less free

The burdens of a failed society are alienating

Willingness to help?

Maintaining boundaries is taxing

Empathy is pain

Turning one’s back seems a symptom of grandiosity

And it could bring about the guilt

A mother might feel abandoning her children permanently.