How can I obtain your approval
How does one make you proud
How do I awaken your to desire time with me
How do I get you to stay
What can I do to earn your love
What can I do to make you see me
What can I do to change your mind
What did I do to prompt this hatred
Where were you when my body was failing
Where were you when I asked for help
Where were you when we were in danger
Where did you go, when I needed you most
Why do you believe me a failure
Why do you forsake me behind my back
Why have you never heard my pleas for help
Why can you not love me as I am
When will you see your faults
When will you stop blaming it all on me
When will you be proud
When will you see how successful I am
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Lyn McClatchey
I am an American writer, born and raised in Illinois. Aside from writing, I enjoy crafting, reading, and spending time with my loving husband and two sons. I have taken creative writing courses and am a therapist for autistic children.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
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