Mother

I’m not sorry.
I don’t believe the way you taught.  
Don’t plead, don’t try to convince me,
Your shock is lost on me, for naught…
For I am me,
I have my own eyes to see…
And we see the world differently.
I don’t resent your choice,
Though I won’t believe the same…
You helped me find my voice,
Now let ME define my name.

~Antanya