The Voice in Her Head poem by Iris Carden
"You're doing it wrong and you're taking too long" The ovice in her head, it sang the old song. "Your sister is smarter, your sister is bright, If you were like her then you'd be all right." "You're clumsy. You're lazy," the voice carried on. Any hopes that I had for you are all gone. I wish that your sister was the only one. You're dull and you're boring. You're not even fun." Bu this was unlike all the timese before. This time she picked herself up off the floor. She just didn't listen to all the voice said, This time she answered the voice in her head. "Mother you're gone, your time is not now You just don't belong in my head anyhow, You don't get to question, you don't get to judge, You don't get to push, nor even to nudge." "This life that I have, it's now all my own And my sister's got hers, now that she's grown And neither of these is yours to control. So be quiet now and let loose your hold." The voice was now quiet, the first time in her life. She felt the freedom, the absence of strife. She thankfully prayed to the heavens above, And then called his sister, and sent her some love.