Every word crafted a red shard of glass piercing my soul.
You called it a father’s unconditional love.
You said your father loved you that way.
You are just continuing tradition with me.
You sweep the shards under hateful gazes.
I better understand my place you said.
So start sweeping and plaster a fake smile on your face.
Pretend we are a happy family and don’t breathe a word
of your destruction.
Then I looked at you and said NO.
Then your twisted smile replied you are not part of this family.
I replied with my tear stained eyes I know.
I am my mother’s daughter.