How do I tell my father I'm not as forgiving as his wife
I'm not as compromising as his mother
I'm not as sacrificing as his sisters
I can spin no words that can communicate this difference
He resents my anger and rage
He hates my stubbornness
He would stare at me if I said something back
But I get it from him, I'm his blood, I'm his essence
Now I'm back home everytime a man yells
Small, scared, guilty for a crime I never knew I was caught red handed
I'm akin to you more than I would like to admit it
I became good, better, maybe left to be the best
You crack plates and mirrors,
Only as you are afraid of being held back by the bars
Had you not been judged wouldn't my skin be blue colored
No it's not a favor if you left my ribs intact
I've hurt myself more than you ever can
I wish I had memoirs of your damage
A broken heart doesn't show up on the xray scan
I'm a sinner so forgive me if you can
But I'm beyond begging for mercy again
The decibels in your throat make me shake
Do not touch me please stay away
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
