What I Really Want to Say

What I really want to say is leave

Take everything you need

Ignore the luggage limit

Your dreams will never fit into

This nightmare in which we were conceived

You are tracking your way into oblivion

And there are no medals for women who

Shed themselves for a ring

Or the promise of what comes after

You are miles from the girl that

Swore she would be different

Leave

Like other things you do so well

This too will be a mother's sacrifice

What I really want to say is run

You were sold happiness

On a transaction still pending

While you follow your mother's design

in the sinking sand to the applause of men

drunk with your wine

A taste you crossed the Atlantic Ocean to forget

But it still lingers in your gums

It has settled in your blood

The lesson your mother couldn't teach

That in spite of all you know

You came at a price too simple to value.