Believe In Love

My mom dosen't believe in love. 

I think she stopped after my dad painted her skin with the harsh colors

  of blue and purple one too many times.

Or maybe it was after the nights he came home smelling of

   cheap perfume she'd never wear.

My mom dosen't beileve in love.

As soon I could understand the concept she drilled into my head 

   that there was no such thing.

She thought it was a waste of time

   sneered at those who tried to was one of the things worth living for. 

Unnecessary, dangerous was how she desribed it. 

The concept defaintly was drilled into my head.... 

    till the time I reach 20 years old... and her concept started to...dissipate.

Because the moment me and this soul made eye contact 

   I started to realize that it may be easy to fool the eye but it's hard to fool the heart

                            My mom dosen't beileve in love 

                                                       But I do. 

This poem is about: 
My family
My country
Our world


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