I was expected to mind my manners.
Don’t put your elbows on the table.
Don’t act up in church.
Don’t climb trees with a dress on.
Don’t be stubborn…
As if that was a bad thing.
As if all I had
To do to get along
Was to be a doormat.
And if I talked about things
I saw in my house
Mom threatened to wash my mouth out
Because we don’t air our dirty laundry.
Why couldn’t we wash IT with soap?
© Sandra Lyon Kramer
Excerpt from the book The Only Words my Soul Knows
About the Author
Sandra Lyon Kramer is a poet, artist, and political blogger. Her first published work was an essay that appeared in the “My Turn” column of the Los Angeles Daily News in June of 1992. The following year she won The National Author’s Registry President’s Award for Literary Excellence for “Starless” and was recognized by the International Society of Poets as a Poet of Merit.
Sandra is the former owner of two free-press publications, The Anti-Press and the Reality Press, and was a contributor to the Daily News, the Daily Journal, and Antelope Valley Focus Magazine. She now operates Tiny House Productions in the Los Angeles area and is a frequent participant in open mic events at Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural in Sylmar, California.
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