"Indulged or Spoiled"

A coin flip—

            Indulged

                        with

                                    nourishment

                                                attention

                                                            opportunity

                                                                        freedom

OR

            Spoiled

                        by

                                    coddling

                                                yielding

                                                            pandering

                                                                        capitulating

            Indulged

                        with

                                    comfort

                                                ease

                                                            safety

                                                                        certainty

OR

            Spoiled

                        by

                                    luxury

                                                indifference

                                                            idleness

                                                                        privilege

Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

                                                                       

You're Not the Boss of Me"

David Chapman-artist

 

eyes flashing

heart pounding

little foot stamping firmly on the ground

a whirlwind

a furious tornado destroying her small world

fingers gripping and yanking

popping and catapulting the doll’s head

clutching the decapitated body to her chest

a ruined toy

bottom lip quivering

eyes brimming and overflowing

words sobbing

“You aren’t the boss of me!”

a bundle of frustration against boundaries

two-year-old temper tantrums

expected and accepted

at twenty-one

a ruined life

pouting lips twist with disdain

defiant words ring with desperation

a demand of attention and love

from a soul contemptuous of compassion

from a heart spoiled and rotting

 Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"Indulged or Spoiled?"

A coin flip—

            Indulged

                        with

                                    nourishment

                                                attention

                                                            opportunity

                                                                        freedom

OR

            Spoiled

                        by

                                    coddling

                                                yielding

                                                            pandering

                                                                        capitulating

            Indulged

                        with

                                    comfort

                                                ease

                                                            safety

                                                                        certainty

OR

            Spoiled

                        by

                                    luxury

                                                indifference

                                                            idleness

                                                                        privilege

Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

                                                                       

"You're Not the Boss of Me!"

eyes flashing   

heart pounding   

little foot stamping firmly on the ground   

a whirlwind    

a furious tornado destroying her small world   
fingers gripping and yanking   
popping and catapulting the doll’s head   
clutching the decapitated body to her chest   
a ruined toy   
bottom lip quivering   
eyes brimming and overflowing   
words sobbing   
“You aren’t the boss of me!”   
a bundle of frustration against boundaries   
two-year-old temper tantrums   
expected and accepted   
at twenty-one   
a ruined life   
pouting lips twist with disdain   
defiant words ring with desperation   
a demand of attention and love   
from a soul contemptuous of compassion   
from a heart spoiled and rotting   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"You're Not the Boss of Me!"

eyes flashing   

heart pounding   

little foot stamping firmly on the ground   

a whirlwind    

a furious tornado destroying her small world   
fingers gripping and yanking   
popping and catapulting the doll’s head   
clutching the decapitated body to her chest   
a ruined toy   
bottom lip quivering   
eyes brimming and overflowing   
words sobbing   
“You aren’t the boss of me!”   
a bundle of frustration against boundaries   
two-year-old temper tantrums   
expected and accepted   
at twenty-one   
a ruined life   
pouting lips twist with disdain   
defiant words ring with desperation   
a demand of attention and love   
from a soul contemptuous of compassion   
from a heart spoiled and rotting   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

"You're Not the Boss of Me!"

eyes flashing

heart pounding

little foot stamping firmly on the ground

a whirlwind

a furious tornado destroying her small world

fingers gripping and yanking

popping and catapulting the doll’s head

clutching the decapitated body to her chest

a ruined toy

bottom lip quivering

eyes brimming and overflowing

words sobbing

“You aren’t the boss of me!”

a bundle of frustration against boundaries

two-year-old temper tantrums

expected and accepted

at twenty-one

a ruined life

pouting lips twist with disdain

defiant words ring with desperation

a demand of attention and love

from a soul contemptuous of compassion

from a heart spoiled and rotting

 Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman