Poetry Dreams

Mother tells me to model my life away.
Father says poetry will get us nowhere.
But what if my dreams have nothing to do with the runway?
What if my dreams are not to kill the dreams of girls of this world?
But if they are to embrace them?
Nonsense.
In a crazy cruel world,
dreams will be shattered.
In an order to survive this life
You need to presume in the dreams of others.
Maybe I will never get the chance to achieve my dreams,
But those of my mother?
I am in god's hands.
Something will find me.