Esra Instead & August Rain; two poems

Esra Instead

Esra instead lifts her arms past her head.
She doesn't listen to her mother's commands.
Esra instead does what she wants,
She can't be controlled by other fronts.
Esra instead closes her eyes and dreams
She never dares to risk a peep.
Esra instead won't die like us
Because people will always whisper about her cause.
They'll whisper her name.

August Rain

She throws her head back and surrenders to the rain.
It falls down her face, the tears she can't cry.
August rain, the very best kind.
You can dance and twirl in it for hours
And not catch cold.
But she catches the cold
That no others do.
Her mother says she's not like the rest
And she can't sing and dance in August rain.
But she sneaks outside, throws her arms open wide
And drinks it as it cascades down her throat.
Then she catches pneumonia and the nurses won't let her leave.
But she waits tell one goes to the bathroom
And sneaks out to lay in the August rain.
And as she would want it, she's buried
In August rain.