Response Villanelle to I Love You, I Hate You by Little Simz
Balloons are blown up, the invites sent.
Won’t vent, can’t pretend my heart don’ shatter
I am his mother. I can’t be his friend.
Party so lit, it needs foam retardant
No smoke, no coke, juz woke and chatter
Balloons are blown up, the invites sent
But all I can think, what is self-evident
This ain’t for me. This ain’t on my platter
I am his mother. I can’t be his friend
So help me get it, help me comprehend
Why I should suspend, make like it don’ matter
Balloons are blown up, the invites sent
Goin’ in was a one-shot experiment
But how should I mend the dent and the tatter
I am his mother. I can’t be his friend
The event be as meant I have to transcend
through the scream, the clang, and the clatter
Balloons are blown up, the invites sent
I am his mother. I can’t be his friend