brokenfamily
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Imagine a life where your parents are forever lasting in love.When you never have to worry about the two people that gave you life will never separate.But my imagination cannot fathom that unrealistic life.
To the one who missed out,
December 1st, 2001
Lovely Lillies sway at a distance of her hospital bed
She sees mamma on the corner smiling as bright as diamonds
Hears grandma calling her a sweet Marigold
You raped me.Blatantly. Unapologetically.Impetuously.You raped me.You deprived me of me.You have created the epitome-I am the embodiment of everything I despise.
When I speak, you listen but don't hear
My words touch you, but don't wound you
When I cry, you see but don't feel
My tears wash you, but don't cleanse you
When I try, you witness but don't notice
These are your hands and
This is how you tell the world you’re not all bad
These are your wrists, those are your scars,
This is your story
This is how you dodge the shattered glass around your feet
Sometimes it occurs to me
That everything I struggle with
Is because of you
You will never wear a welcome mat
As well as the porch steps
And now I struggle
To answer my front door
From Your Father:
I was not raised to be what you need.
I will never love you
And I left to spare you that pain.
I was never ready to be your father,
And so I chose to never be one to you.
Foggy nights, starless sky
Restless fights, love undignified
They belong without a doubt
But too cowardice to work it out
Shameful love, it truly is
Poor life, poor family, poor kids
Like an old toy,
Waiting to be played with again.
Collecting dust,
Thrown in a ben,
Taking up space in my room
Only fond memories prevent its doom.
But you’re not a toy.
The sun was smilin’
When I buried my daddy.
The sun was smilin’ with her sweet irony.
Get me out of this placeMy heart breaks like glassLet it shatter and it runs a different paceIt's messing with my head, one minute i'm with you now suddenly i'm hereWhen will this end?
Her eyes were swollen from all the tears
That she had cried,
For what seemed to be a thousand years
Is it going to get better?
She questioned her mom
But she, too, was feeling excruciatingly numb
The walls in my sister’s and my room
Were covered in the most horrible wallpaper imaginable.
We wanted to change the paper
And so our mom started helping us.
Piece by piece,
We tore down the paper,
Words. You say them all the time. They are stuck in my mind. I can still hear, the way you said them. Do you not realize, the damage they cause? You say them about her, and she says them about you.
Crystallized drops of dew descend from skies
Which spill their frozen tears onto the Earth.
The careless sun has undermined their worth,
Rendering their heart cold as slowly dies
Walking inside a white marble,
Legions of snowflakes in the air,
Like torrents of feathery arrows they swoop,
Tucking-in the ground bare.
Life is tough, so full of problems; look everywhere
Pregnant teen girls aborting, drunk drivers crashing
Oppressed children, drug addicts, couples breaking
Prejudiced against Muslim girls with covered hair
