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You'll never understand

Poem By: Olola
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This is a poem based on a tough relationship between a Mother and Daughter, caused by a culture clash and misunderstaning and misinterpretation, from the daughter's point of view. This is inspired and based on my life experience. View table of contents...

 

Submitted: May 14, 2007    Reads: 96    Comments: 8    Likes: 0   


You've got to understand that I'm only human.

I make mistakes because I'm only human.

I'm trying to do my best to satisfy the people around me.

But it seems that the more I try to make things better, the more my efforts make things worse.

But am I really in the wrong or do you just want to make me feel like a misfit?

An outcast.

But what if I didn't exist?

Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for the life God has given me and only him can take it away.

I'm just contemplating, what if I didn't exist?

Would your life be any different from how it is now?

But if I were to tell you this, you wouldn't understand.

You never understand.

You'll never understand.

We'll never understand each other.

Many people have the relationship that we have; mother and daughter.

I'm a teenager, I'm going through puberty, my body's changing.

After all, you should know.

Weren't you once one yourself?

But I mustn't forget, we are different.

We were brought up in two different places,

Two different countries,

Two different continents,

Two different cultures,

Two different worlds.

We are completely different, but I'm still your daughter.

Don't you think that I should be treated like your daughter,

Be loved like your daughter.

Your one and only daughter.

You treat others that are not your blood better than you treat me.

You had three kids, now you have two.

I'm tired of being the one who suffers the consequences of your problems.

I'm tired of knowing that some of the tears that I've shed are based around you.

If only we were seperated by the power of nature - sea and land.

You'll be happy, because supposedly I'm the one behind all your sadness.

So if I were to go,

I don't know when, where and how.

You would cry, meaningless tears and you'd never know the real reason why. 

Because, you wouldn't understand.

You never understand.

You'll never understand.

We'll never understand each other.


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Comments:

beautiful

Posted: Jul 8, 2007

Author Comment:

Thanks so much for the comment. i'm glad you enjoyed it.

This is a very deep and emotional poem.I acn really feel the pain in every word. And as a teenager (not that far from those years..I'm about to turn 21!)we go through a lot with our parents because somethings we feel they can't understand. Its a very emotion-filled poem. A great write.

Posted: Jan 23, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you so much for the comment, It's really appreciated. I'm very happy to know that there are people that can relate to it and I'm happy to know that i'm not alone. When I wrote this I was in tears and so much anger was running through me so I'm so glad that that emotion is evident.

It is really hard having parents of a different culture from what I identify myself with and sometimes there is a communication block and there so many things that they just don't understand and it's so hard to explain it to them. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Olola x.

Very well written, also if that is a picture of you on your profile, wow you are hot!! Please check out my stuff.

Posted: Feb 3, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks for the comments, I really appreciate it. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And yes, that is a picture of me....thank you for the compliment but I must disagree with you....i've never been called 'hot' before. To be honest the picture is nothing special but thanks again. Do have a read of my other stuff. Olola x.

You do not see the picture with my eyes, you are gorgeous beleive me I know.

Posted: Feb 4, 2008

Author Comment:

Well if you say so, everyone's entitled to their own opinions. You should but a picture of yourself up. Olola x.

Its so honest :)

Posted: Apr 16, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks, I'm glad 'you understand'. Olola

You are one of the best in Booksie.

Posted: Apr 21, 2008

Author Comment:

You don't really mean that Eric...stop messing around. You're way better than me.

This poem has given me so much inspiration! I have a fabulous poem idea. Wow, you're so good at poetry. Letting out all those feelings was wonderful. To see and even feel the emotions was so great. It's fabulous that you have that kind of talent. I'm sorry about you and your mother, it must be pretty hard. I sort of have the same situation, but differently. I wish that they could just see. See me. For who I really am, and not try to make me who I can't and won't ever be. I hope things work out with you and your mom, and FABULOUS work! I absolutely loved it:D

Posted: Apr 21, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks a lot XBrokenHeartedX! I'm glad to be of inspiration to you. Me and my mum have always had a good relationship but it's difficult at times especially has we have so many family problems that affect our relationship a lot. What makes it even worse is that she's from somewhere else from me. I'm from England and she's African - so sometimes there's a communication block and she doesn't understand where i'm coming from and vice versa. But it's all okay now. Thanks a lot for the comment - It means a lot coming from you. Olola

i really like this poem as i can relate to it at least on some level my mother and i are not from different cultures but we still have a very hard time with understanding each other how very difficult and at the same time how very wonderful that you and your mother are from different cultures im sure that as time passes and you both grow and gain new wisdom that your relationship will blossom :) i look forward to reading more of your work

Posted: Jun 1, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks a lot Deannajoy. It is wonderful that my mum and I are from different cultures as it brings variety into both our lives. However, there are expectations from both sides and that's when the relationship gets difficult. As a teenager, it's my job to sulk, moan and randomly cry but she doesn't get it and instead she's it as a sign of disrespect. But I'm glad you can relate to this and I'm not alone on this matter. I look forward to reading more of your comments. Olola.



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