Mommy

Mommy doesn't quite pay attention.
She says I'm grown up, a women.
She says I am thrilling, sexual, a breasted dancer.

No mommy. I'm the pale swan,
I'm the silver raindrop, I'm the calmest lake.
But, mommy doesn't quite pay attention.

So, maybe to mommy I'm the metallic taste,
the viscious snake, the reddest lace.
But, mommy doesn't see that the wolves take me.

The wolves drove me to unvieled point.
They made me naughty and ate my body.
Mommy wants to be rid of this heathen sinner, this mucky image.

Well, mommy be rid of me!
Throw me in the well.
But do not let the wolves in for they won't let me drown.

Pay attention mommy!
I'm the golden lock, I'm the ivory tusk, I'm the angels wing.
I am not what mommy thinks.