Mom, Dad, I Hope You're Listening
I watched it before
I didn’t speak
You let it happen to me
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t stand up for myself
The taste of being ignored
Behind a locked door
Was an abuse that became too familiar
But now she’s losing herself
So I spoke, no,
I screamed, until my lungs were on fire
Just to get your attention
Before the bad got worse
And the worst got disguised as feeling just fine
Pills don’t fix everything,
I suppose it’s a start
There’s a lot more required
From the dark depths of your heart
“Oh, she’ll be okay,
what teenager isn’t depressed today?”
Oh and my favorite
“Go to God and just pray”
As a parent, that’s not what you say
When your child’s in dismay
You don’t send them away
With a knot in their hearts
You’re telling them you don’t care
You can’t handle their burdens,
You won’t stop to hear it
I don’t have time for you
But try the door of the holy spirit
I’m sorry if these conditions inconvenience you
Maybe if it was a bullet wound or the deadly kiss of cancer
You’d be more desperate for an answer
If the pain was something you could visualize
Well I’ve seen her tears,
I’ve felt her shake beneath my limbs
You want someone to blame,
Stirring up acts of revenge
On some high school bitches, her so-called “friends”
Grow the fuck up and be the adult
One good day won’t make up for your constant default
You want someone to blame, the irony of hypocrisy makes me sick
I never hear you apologize without it followed by
An excuse to justify your inexcusable alliby.
The bad begins to get worse,
You argue and you curse,
My poor little sister stuck to her seat,
Smack dab in the middle,
Of the dinner table
I used to be jealous of her athletic skill set
My parents see right through the glass of my interests
But being the shining star,
She was doing me a favor
I would have bursted on the walls
If I was under so much pressure
“Be a leader.
Take control.
Talk to coach.
Speak Up.
Stop making excuses and just do it!
Do you want to captain this team next year?
Prove it!
Run faster.
Push harder.”
The pills aren’t working
I can see her shutting down
Staring at her own reflection in her silverware
And what happens when I’m not there?
She looks up to meet my stare
And it’s just an empty chair
While you’re shouting and deciphering her life,
She has no idea you even care
I’m a hundred miles away at least,
Guilt will devour me like an evanescent beast
Unless, you’re ready to listen
You should have seen the fear flood your eyes
When she considered giving up,
Running for sport no longer seemed satisfying.
As you put it,
She was throwing away “the greatest gift she had to offer”
Really?
The greatest gift she has to offer
What about her God-given voice,
Her passion to explore every crevice of music?
The poetry you don’t give more than a glance,
Reading each word once because you have work
To get done
The joy she finds in adventure and antiques,
The beauty of photography she finds in the grimy streets, the grayest settings
She packs me a lunch every day, alongside her own,
Even when I tell her no, she knows I lack the motivation to eat,
Her compassion to complete strangers is the example
Of what a big sister should be
I must’ve failed,
She was my role model,
Guidance and guts and all
She’s a runner, a fast one too
But her heart’s the strongest muscle in her body
All of that pressure
Is soaking up the glory of the race
She tries to get a word in
But your voices bury her,
Bury her in self doubt
It’s a deep hole, a deep deep hole
Almost impossible to climb out of
I’ve been,
sinking in the depths of my sin,
even now and again, my foot gets caught in the quicksand
It’s never over when you expect it to be,
You have to listen,
I’m entrusting you
with the greatest gift you ever gave me.