untitled.

My inner voice

The truth-teller

The non-sugar coater

Ms. tell it like it is

Perpetually talking

Endless words feeding this love/hate relationship

Brutal honesty never turning a blind eye

While I intermittently turn a deaf ear

Obstinate old me

You’re a big girl now

Mom no longer knows best

Those times forever replaced by this voice

Sanctimonious, acrimonious

My most intimate relationship

My strongest advocate

Me.

(*note: stumbled upon some old xine musings while cleaning out files on my computer - this one is circa mid-2000s and still so true. Also note: the name of the poem was originally "untitled.")