Mummy is crying in the garden
I am growing up too quickly she says
and as she weeps
she lets me watch the stuff she thinks I want to watch
the gratuitous sex
that she thinks I think I want to watch.
I am seven for fucks sake
and I shouldn't know the meaning of innuendo
let alone learn that
women are tools
to be fucked and then killed horribly
by James Bond (my hero).
What I really want
is a parent who allows me to watch
what I really enjoy watching
not the things that peer pressure (my 11 year old brother)
makes me think I want to watch.
Let me cry over the death of Bambi's mum
before I lose the ability to cry over anything.
I want mummy to say NO!
And sing in the garden.