Relatives hiding because they can't relate
Taking the Ds from disorders instead of our daddies
Capitalizing psycho before analyst
You forced a child into combat
His favorite color yellow
I paint the smile in ash and crown black
Your publisher says I'm too messy
Make note to organize trauma into textbooks
Don't indulge issues beginning with D
Let daughters write songs and poems and cry on Sunday
Make them ooze with survivors guilt
But to the kid brushing off a headstone
A mother smiling on a split lip
Daughters who run
The three sons that lash out
Fuck fathers I write
Let's make a cake
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The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
