MAny Times I’ve SEen mom CRy.
YOU’re our WORLD, mom. PLEase be STROng.
WE, too SUFfer through WHat YOU had to. WE are TRAPped, in a LIVing hell.
toGETher, mom. You, me, and SHAn.
toGETher only LASTed 18 years.
We JUMPED from the Nest beFORE KNOWing how to FLy. So DESperate to flee that polLUTED den.
You STAyed.
The LONEliest dove in the FOxe’s LAir
To battle with the demon, i RUE to Call Father
you TAUght me a LOT, dad.
Can i have YOUr apPROVAL, DAd?
NINETeen YEARS LAter, and i can do ANYthing
NINEteen YEARS LAter and the ONLY THIng I can’t Do
is Tell you to YOUR fACE.
NINETEEN YEARS LAter, i FINally realIZED what trauma FEELS LIke.
the mouth NEver bit the Hand that fed it. But you BEAT that mouth.
you STOLE LAUGHter and sewed that mouth SHut.
NO one deSERves your apPROVAL.
i KNOw you TAUght me, a LOT, Dad.
Like, Scars are more than Just a PHYSIcal mark.
THat one I’ll NEver forGet
it took me NINETEEN YEArs, to NOtice the lucany
NO DOCtor can TRULy DIAGnos
the ILLness you PUT me through.
the PHYsical, MENTal, VERbal acTIONs
KEPt me lOCKED SO LONG in a CAge,
I didN’T reMEMber.
No- I didN’T KNOW
WHAT A StrONG, cOURAGeous woMAN I am.
If I were a SON, WOUld you have LOved me THEn?
iF i WEREN’T bORn, wOULd you STILL be MisERABLE?
i DOn’t know WHAt’s WORse.
LivING withOUT KNOWing your FATHer
or unCONDITIONally loving the BAStard.