feeling blue but told to smile.
by my mother who reminded me that
i’ll get wrinkles.
not when i was a pre-teen
not now when i’m seventeen
but when i’m married,
when i’m older,
and no longer as pretty.
when i’ve delivered
loyalty to my husband
wrinkles will make him want to cheat on you.
guy advice on how to score.
girl advice on how not to have him leave you for being yourself.
my mother gives me advice
on how to climb the corporate ladder
by piggybacking on my boyfriend’s success.
she’s like a 70s’ sex column
telling me it’s sad to be single.
but i don’t blame her.
that’s how she was told to survive
in the world she lives in.