Listen to Me

Jon Jamieson portrait

Please listen to me.
Don’t tell me what I want.
Don’t tell me what my happiness is,
What the best is for me,
What you want me to do.
Listen to me.

What I want is different
From what you think
Is good for me.
I cannot be you for me.
Discover me instead.
Let me speak out.

If you listen to me,
I can change my world.
I can live the world.
I want my children to live differently
than yours.
I want to live differently too.

A forward thinker,
a taboo breaker, I think. I decide.
My unspoken words, sharp,
They compile in my throat.
I have shrewd thoughts of my future.

It is selfish
For you to impose your ideas, force
Your beliefs on me—I am
A girl of a different time, and
Times have changed.
I cannot live like my grandma did.
She was not for herself.

Her words died and were buried with her.
But I am ready for change.
I won’t listen if you don’t listen.
I shake the world with my voice.
A new day today,
We must listen.

You listen to me,
And I listen to you.

By Marzia

Photo by Jon Jamieson.


Comments

  1. “I cannot live like my grandma did.
    She was not for herself.
    Her words died and were buried with her.”

    These words will stay with me, Marzia.

    So will:
    “You listen to me,
    And I listen to you.”

    In 9 words, you’ve outlined the recipe for peace.

    Good work, Marzia. Stacy

  2. Sarah Leighton says:

    Dear Marzia,
    I hope the right people hear you. Your request seems like such a small request, and yet it is the whole world!
    Keep bravely speaking and writing! I am sure all the women who have gone before you and who will come after you are very proud of your efforts. Well done!
    with love, from Sarah

  3. Marzia,
    Your poem is well written and very powerful. I especially like the line “Her words died and were buried with her.” Also, “I shake the world with my voice” is a truth that ends the poem with a positive feeling. Yes, we all must listen.
    Pat

  4. Mahnaz Rezaie says:

    “A forward thinker,
    a taboo breaker, I think. I decide.
    My unspoken words, sharp,
    They compile in my throat.”

    Beautiful Poem Marzia jan.

Trackbacks

Speak Your Mind