Surrender

Mother, I am tired of that look on your angelic face

That look that softly conveys, "My poor little girl and her fragile, crushed heart"

Mother, I am offended by the whispers of my so-called friends

Those judgmental whispers and smirks, "If she only wasn't so nice"

Mother, I am touched by the one who seems to be compatible with my interests

That brilliant one who is inspired to read Milani*, cry to Cohen*, and to watch Chomsky*

Mother, save me from the agony of being ignored

Mother, transport me worlds away from the predictability of being disposed of

Mother, promise me that I will never be forgotten again

Mother, I am pledging to abandon being kind

Being kind equates to pain, ridicule, and indifference

Mother, I am professing to return to the cage I call home

A cage which provides me with much protection and stability

Mother, I am no longer a believer of optimism and love

Love never makes me the exception for any man

Mother, I surrender fully and unconditionally today

I surrender to the reality of my old and malnourished soul

Surrendering will liberate and cure me from my disease which is hope

Nooshan Shekarabi

May 2, 2009

*Milani, Abbas: An Iranian-American scholar, professor, and author

* Cohen, Leonard: A Canadian singer, songwriter, musician, poet, novelist, and artist

* Chomsky, Noam: An American linguist, philosopher, cognitive scientist, political activist, author, and lecturer