Remembering the exact, precise words of what my brother said in those irritating lectures
\'Family is for life\'
Frankly me and my beautiful sister are raging with anger and need help as we\'re considered as horrible daughters.
However, they forcefully undertake it, endure it and tolerate it
Because, just like my brother said, \'Family is for life\'
We\'re all bursting with passionate rage as if we\'re living the wildlife.
It\'s all normal right? Just fiercely accept all the consequential, harmful tantrums
Sometimes it\'s tough being raised in the west by traditional, Asian Muslims.
It\'s emotionally unhealthy bringing up a child like this that witnesses the alarming outbreaks
Giving everyone in the jailhouse headaches and heartaches.
I distinctly notice the rebellious side of me within my innocent sister as well
It\'s like me and her against the vicious world, so we bravely rebel.
That\'s our flaw.
And my brothers flaw.
And I guess my mum and dad\'s flaw.
But deep down in our throbbing hearts we\'re aware we got each others back like no other
As if their precious names are tattooed on my faithful heart right bang on in the bloody centre.
Never really concluded that Family is for life, until I realised they are the people who will go out their way to ensure you\'re guarded or at least alive
So i guess we all accept the frustrating flaws and that\'s how our way to survive.
Discussing emotions is a taboo subject, just like how rape is
But weirdly enough, if someone asked me a set of questions about my Family, i know I\'d win the pop quiz.
Because Family is really for life.