
Family is supposed to mean love
Not a constant reminder
that I'm not good enough
How am I supposed to
Be kind to myself
when you never taught me how?
Respect doesn't live here
I think it ran off with strength.
You can tell them to come back now.
My mouth is sharp these days,
very similar to the daggers you
would always throw my way.
I wish you would have taught
me more acceptable things to say.
Wait, be a lady?
You mean talk really loud to make sure everyone hears me, even up in the clouds?
Or do you mean hold onto anger?
Because in a strong woman's
heart forgiveness is not allowed.
Be a lady, are you sure
that's what you said?
Ok, I will have multiple
Men in and out of my bed.
Wait, okay, that's not
what you meant?
Oh yea, I forgot to get
the money afterwards to cover the rent.
And don't let me forget to
leave the cabinets bare,
my kids home alone scared,
calling my friends to see
if they might know who I'm
with, when, and where?
So that's not it either?
I must be confused
I've only known women
to be bitter, sad, broke,
and used.
Everything in life being
A constant struggle.
Like a professional acrobat,
The day-to-day's get juggled.
You will have to forgive the
Blank stare that I have
on my face.
I was completely unaware
That in this world I had a place.
More like a rat race,
my dad caught the case,
so my mom took his place.
In the blink of an eye,
it must have slipped her mind
That there were two little ladies
watching, my sister and I.
Dropped into the sea of life,
it was Hurricane Season,
we barely made it out alive.
Just doing whatever it took to survive.
Then one day it hit me,
If I don't know a lady
how could I ever be a wife?
Don't judge me, it's clear
we didn't have a similar life.
It's only a part of my story,
the chapter i titled "pain and strife"
My book continues to be written
each and every day.
And I only look back as a reminder that I've came a long damn way!
So please be easy on my soul,
Respect my growth,
and be kind to my spirit.
Cause it's not easy to
know love when you were
always taught to fear it.



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