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.
- Author: Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 27th, 2022 14:55
- Category: Family
- Views: 6
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Sadly many "families"are like this, thank you for sharing
Thank you for your kind comment! Sadly families are. It's a blessing and a curse when you are the one to break the ugly traditions.
I put my life in God's hands, now I'm so incredibly blessed,you always want to break free but are afraid to be the same way, it's bittersweet really
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