She dances with men,
Naked but clothed.
Praising a daughter
That's a wolf dressed
In the skin of a sheep.
Crying tears of despair,
Over a mannequin,
That sings with glee.
Less than a dollar
To her million times
Changed last name.
Striving to be more
Than she was born to be.
A dime-store diamond,
Shining brighter than day,
Chasing pretty rainbows,
During the deepest night.
May she someday sleep well.
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mildred-pierce/
