Jasmine Assan
It’s on one of these days that I miss it,
The long-standing tradition of mom’s yelling,
My consistent alarm clock that never fails.
The silent eye roll; the only rebellious act that protects my sanity.
Mind clouded from sleep,
Taking seconds to ponder,
“What was I supposed to do this morning?”
I chuckle to myself knowing that her
sing song octaves would answer the riddle presented,
An itinerary already journeyed; a call answered before.
Her scorching rage battling with my own,
Tumbling limbs and sheets scream my frustration.
It’s inevitable, the countless losses encountered in this battle only add to the battle scars of generations past.
Daughters that had to follow the same beaten road,
Balancing the notion of respect from the old world and the exploration of the new.
Curious minds contemplate the unbending directive.
Steps fashioned from habit put an end to the medley sounding.
Performing roles established by culture,
Enraging my modern soul.
Yet there I stand, in the dawning of the day,
Adhering to the notions of the old world,
My ascribed pre-birth womanly qualities.
Brooms hit the dirt floor picking up a different song.
Initializing the start to the rising of another day, and an end to the battle of wills.
Jasmine Assan is an aspiring Business Analyst. She started writing as an outlet to her thoughts. Now she hopes they are a medium through which silent souls can communicate.