The broken plate

Mama said, fill your cracks with gold,
You can’t tell a house is sinking when the shine is blinding.
So i did,
She then said, if you’re too loud you will be heard.
Sank into myself, i cut off my tongue
Mama said, the water doesn’t run in reverse,
a fed python have no space to make another swallow.
Now i sit, ready to unlearn all mama taught me, but then everyone will see a broken plate.

Paulyn