You Can't Pin Me Down

You can’t pin me down

I will slip away from your fingers

For I am a free thinker.

Ideas, I accumulate

My imagination is flamed

By my tots untamed.

You can’t pin me down

Today, I will bake cakes

Tomorrow, the books of Aristotle awaits

Then a conversation about planets and galaxies omniscient.

With my offspring.

You can’t pin me down

I am neither a poet of conventional order

Nor my writs are there to conform

I will challenge the ideas fixed

Through my stories and wit.

You can’t pin me down

For I am a wife and a mother first

Yet I will still challenge the dogmas, hatred and bigotry

Through my writs and wit.