Mother

my mother says she doesn't know why I care so much, what people think of me.

isn't this the way you raised me, mother?

"I can't wait until you care what you look like"

"don't act like that in public"

"you can't wear that to school"

"brush your hair before you go outside"

I never knew why you cared so much, what people thought of me.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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