Voices on the Wind Voices of Protest
Don’t Make Me Rules by Carole Mertz Pour my heart out (Jenny make me cry) The crack she can’t quit, the other crack that won’t heal Our family holding; holding, barely. Those two that can’t be in the same room together. What kind of family is that? I make out a family need at least three, we ‘bout one and a half. Can’t tolerate showing each other how critical—He says, You should… The other “he” says Don’t tell me how to live under your umbrella. Don’t make me rules. I know myself deeper than you do. I get myself going, and lively too; you float. You lecture from books. My eyes, you— a’most dead.