Day 4- Poem- Collections

Collections

My mother collects my conformities like tokens.

She puts them in her purse to tell her friends about later.

Things like how I finally got a real boyfriend,

or that I bought a pair of dress pants from a real store.

I used to wish she cared more about my non-conformities,

could take pride in my ability to shop

like the queen of second hand

and be independent.

But now I am just happy we are getting along.

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