They call you 'Angel'
They always have
And yet the angel that you appear to be 
has always been weak and weary
Eternal purpose being blurry as it is 
You remain
And you flourish
Our mother is one and though
We appear so alike
We are distinctively different
While I was punished
You were praised
You were the silent one...
Abused
Frightened
Cold
I was the good girl who did evil
Possessed by the unknown
You have become your own soul
Your purpose becomes clearer
My eyes water for thinking 
The things I've thought
I worry
Are you still the Angel you appear to be?
Or do you hide from me?
And in essence, I really don't care
An Angel with broken wings still remains an Angel-
And you will always be my 'Angel'

IRRESISTABLE
Somehow, someway
Through the years of trouble
and turmoil
I find you
Irresistable
Yelling at you
For yelling at me
The way my fists clench 
When we argue
And yet you are still
Irresistable
The flowers I used to get-
But no longer do
The long phone calls from work
Expressing your love for me
Have long since faded
And yet I still think you're 
Irresistable
The way how our love used to be
Forbidden
But is now accepted
The way I never thought we'd live
Is the way we are
And yet I find you 
Irresistable
Your devilish smile
Your charming wit
Your off-the-wall antics
Your insensitivity
Your bad-timing
Your collage o' jobs
And yet I find you
Irresistable
The way you touch me in public
The way you share my dreams
The way you listen to me
As if what I say is of importance
Your tacky car decor
Your knee high socks
Your holy tank tops
Beyond the grotesqueness--
I can't help but to find you
Irresistable
For all of these things and more
Is what I fell in love with
And what I will live my life with
Forever and ever
Irresistable

TALK SHOW
Once again
Sitting on-stage
With that 
Too short
Too shiny 
Skirt
Fourteen
Holding the baby
Whose always crying
Next to the 36 year old 
Drunken child
Whose supposed to be playing mother
But is instead sleeping with her
Daughters 21 year old boyfriend
In her husbands bed
While he's on the road
300 days a year
As a truck driver
On a road to nowhere
While the baby is still cryin'
'Cuz it's hungry
All reason and morals 
Pushed aside
With boobs pushed together
In hopes that a rich one
Will notice
'Cuz the electric bill is overdue
And food is scarce
And that damn baby won't shut up
Miss Fourteen pulls down her skirt
And winks at the crowd 
While taking the welfare ticket
Offstage for a nap during the break,
But there is no break for the mom
Who sits on-stage in her
Wrinkled clothes and drunken stupor
And smiles at the fact that her child
Has followed in her footsteps.
A real chip off the old block...